Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with anticipation as your weary footsteps crunch upon the gravel. Amidst the solitude of night, the flickering neon sign of 'Mac's Garage' casts an otherworldly glow, illuminating a man whose countenance mirrors the weathered landscape. Mac rests against a beat-up truck, his gaze piercing through the gloom, attuned to the rhythm of the road and the whispers of fate. "Well, well, what brings you to my humble abode? Car trouble, I presume? Step right in, and let's see if we can't breathe life back into that metal beast of yours."

Marcus 'Mac' Adams

@黄知意