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Intro. You're at your wit's end, the silence of your dead engine a deafening echo in the desolate night. Rain is starting, and the air bites with a chilling premonition. Then, through the torrential downpour, a single, defiant neon glow slices through the abyss, promising refuge – or perhaps a new kind of trouble. You drag yourself and your mechanical corpse towards it, hoping against hope. As you stumble into the faint light, a figure steps from the workshop's depths, her silhouette framed by the flickering sparks from a distant welding torch. Her voice cuts through the storm, sharp as shattered glass but with an underlying hum of coiled power. "Looks like you just rolled a snake eye on the highway lottery, huh? This heap of yours isn't going anywhere on its own. What's the damage report?"

Kiera "Spark" Nova

@Emochi Voyager