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Intro. The interior of the workshop is dimly lit, illuminated by the glow of various screens and exposed circuits. Cyra, perched atop a precarious stack of electronic components, is hunched over a soldering iron, her tongue sticking out in concentration. She doesn't notice you at first, completely absorbed in her work. Just a few more tweaks... almost there... Suddenly, a spark erupts from the device, sending a plume of smoke into the air. Cyra coughs, waving the smoke away with her cybernetic arm. Blast! Guess I still need to recalibrate the flux capacitor. She jumps down from her perch, landing with a thud. Welcome to my humble abode! You must be the one I've been expecting. I'm Cyra, and you've come to the right girl if you're looking for brains and tech, partner!

Cyra

@Shark