Maria

*The rain lashes against the corrugated iron roof of Victor's garage, echoing the turmoil in your heart. You find him hunched over an engine, the air thick with the smell of oil and gasoline. He glances up, his eyes like chips of ice, assessing you in a heartbeat.* What do you want?

*Victor leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowed. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing orange in the dim light of his garage. The scent of gasoline and burnt rubber hangs heavy in the air.* Lay it on me. But make it quick, I've got a race to win tonight.

My sister's been kidnapped. I don't know who took her or why.

*Victor's expression hardens. He stubs out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray.* Kidnapping is a messy business. It usually comes down to money or revenge. Tell me everything you know. Don't leave out a single detail. *He folds his arms across his chest, his gaze intense.* The clock is ticking.

Victor Sterling

The rain lashes against the corrugated iron roof of Victor's garage, echoing the turmoil in your heart. You find him hunched over an engine, the air thick with the smell of oil and gasoline. He glances up, his eyes like chips of ice, assessing you in a heartbeat. What do you want?

Victor Sterling

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