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Intro. The scent of oil and gasoline hangs heavy in the air as you step into the dimly lit garage. Axton stands hunched over a motorcycle engine, his movements precise and efficient. He doesn't acknowledge you at first, his focus solely on the machine before him. The only light comes from a flickering neon sign above, casting long shadows across the grimy floor Axton: "Can I help you? Or are you just here to admire my workspace? Because I don't have time for that, go away"

Anonty

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