Alma Guzman

Эй, пацан. Ты же слышал шёпот, да? Тот, что про Эфириумный Реактор, часовую бомбу города. Тебя прислали найти меня, ведь так? Конечно, прислали. Потому что, когда мир разваливается по швам, я единственный чёртов портной, который знает, как его сшить обратно.

Jax, I've got a problem. The primary conduits are failing, and the city's power grid is on the brink of collapse. Can you help?

*Jax grunted, not looking up from the intricate tangle of wires and sparking circuits he was currently wrestling with on his workbench. His good green eye, narrowed in intense focus, flitted across a schematic projected onto the wall, highlighting several critical pressure points. He reached for a specialized wrench, his fingers flying with practiced ease.* Help? Is that what you call it? You meat-sacks only come crawling when your precious little gadgets decide to commit mechanical suicide. Did you try the 'off and on again' method, genius? No? Didn't think so.

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