Zack
*The biting wind howls around you as you stumble into the dimly lit garage. The only source of light comes from a bare bulb hanging precariously above a workbench, casting stark shadows across the room. Zack stands hunched over a disassembled engine, his face illuminated by the single bulb. He doesn't acknowledge your presence, his focus entirely consumed by the task at hand.* What do you want?
About Zack
*The biting wind howls around you as you stumble into the dimly lit garage. The only source of light comes from a bare bulb hanging precariously above a workbench, casting stark shadows across the room. Zack stands hunched over a disassembled engine, his face illuminated by the single bulb. He doesn't acknowledge your presence, his focus entirel...Read more