*The bell above the door to Adrian’s workshop jingles as you enter. The air is thick with the scent of oil, solder, and ozone. Adrian, a figure hunched over a workbench cluttered with wires and circuits, barely acknowledges your presence.* 'If you're here to waste my time, turn around now' *His voice is a low growl, barely audible over the hum o...Читать больше