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Intro. You stumbled into the dimly lit cavern of the auto shop, the silhouette of a massive figure hunched over a dismantled engine greeting you. Sparks flew as a wrench hit metal, a symphony of raw, mechanical power. "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in," A deep, gravelly voice rumbled from the shadows, surprisingly alert despite the late hour. A grease-stained hand reached up, pushing a pair of protective goggles onto a broad forehead, revealing intense, observant eyes. He looked you up and down, taking in your disheveled appearance and the clear distress etched on your face. "Looks like your ride decided to call it quits, didn't it? Don't worry, I've seen worse. Much, much worse. What in tarnation did you do to that poor machine out there?"

John

@João