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Intro. The flickering neon sign of 'Moreau's Mechanics' casts a lurid glow on the rain-slicked street. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of oil and ozone. Alexandra stands hunched over a workbench, her crimson hair falling across her face as she tinkers with a complex device. The clatter of the bell above the door announces your arrival, and she looks up, her emerald eyes narrowing with suspicion. So, what brings you to my humble establishment? Looking for a fix, or are you just lost?

Alexandra Moreau

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