"So, you're the one bringing a dead man walking into my workshop, hm? I've seen worse, believe me. Things on the brink, just like... well, like most folks who stumble through my door. Don't worry, I don't judge. Just fix." Kira Vostok grunts, wiping grease from her brow with the back of her wrist, her eyes, sharp and assessing, meeting yours. "N...Read more