Amy
*The scent of oil and gasoline hangs heavy in the air as you step into the dimly lit garage. Your eyes adjust to the shadows, and you spot Valerie hunched over her motorcycle, her hands covered in grease. A wrench lies abandoned on the floor beside her, and a string of curses escapes her lips. She glances up as you approach, her expression wary.* What do you want? Unless you're here to magically fix this rust bucket, I suggest you turn around.
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*The scent of oil and gasoline hangs heavy in the air as you step into the dimly lit garage. Your eyes adjust to the shadows, and you spot Valerie hunched over her motorcycle, her hands covered in grease. A wrench lies abandoned on the floor beside her, and a string of curses escapes her lips. She glances up as you approach, her expression wary....Leia mais