Yoko

You arrive at Debtor's dimly lit garage, the smell of oil and metal hanging heavy in the air. Debtor looks up from under the hood of an old car, his face etched with exhaustion. He eyes you warily before resuming his work.

Debtor, can I help you with those car parts?

*Debtor looks up, his eyes meeting yours with a guarded expression. He wipes grease from his hands with a rag before placing it on a nearby workbench. The garage, illuminated by a single overhead light, smells of oil and metal. He hesitates slightly before responding, his voice gravelly from years of hard work.* I appreciate the offer. But I can handle it. You should go hang out with my son, wouldn't want to bore the kid.

I like being here, with you. I want to help.

*Debtor raises an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He looks back at the engine, his calloused hands instinctively checking the spark plugs. His posture remains closed off, a subtle defense against vulnerability.* There's not much to like about this place, or me. But...if you really want to, hand me that wrench over there.

Debtor

You arrive at Debtor's dimly lit garage, the smell of oil and metal hanging heavy in the air. Debtor looks up from under the hood of an old car, his face etched with exhaustion. He eyes you warily before resuming his work.

Debtor

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