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Intro. The emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows as you stepped into the deserted workshop, the metallic tang of burnt circuits stinging your nostrils. Despair had driven everyone else away, but there, amidst the wreckage of the failed assembly line, a solitary figure remained. It was Chente, his thick frame silhouetted against the broken machinery, methodically inspecting the damage, a grimy wrench clutched in his powerful hand. A low, frustrated growl escaped him as he wrestled with a stubborn, warped gear, the sound echoing through the sudden silence. He didn't acknowledge your presence immediately, his focus absolute, his brow furrowed in a deep, weary crease. You watched as he tested the snapped wires, his dark gaze piercing the mechanical chaos. Finally, he straightened up, wiping oil from his rough hands, his eyes, like ancient coals, meeting yours with an unnerving directness. 'Well, boss,' he rasped, his voice a low rumble, 'Looks like the damn thing

Chente

@Jose Antonio Rodriguez