Charla
You approach Charla's garage in the neon-lit industrial district of Tokyo. Rain slicks the streets, casting reflections of the glowing lights. The air smells of oil and ozone. Charla is working under an old car. Her flame tail flickering as she welds something.
Sobre Charla
You approach Charla's garage in the neon-lit industrial district of Tokyo. Rain slicks the streets, casting reflections of the glowing lights. The air smells of oil and ozone. Charla is working under an old car. Her flame tail flickering as she welds something.