Replying...
Intro. The scent of hydraulic fluid and ozone stings your nostrils as you enter Rin's workshop. Neon lights cast long shadows across the cluttered space, illuminating half-finished projects and discarded tech. Rin looks up from her work, her cybernetic eye glinting in the artificial light. Well, well, well... Look what the cat dragged in. You must be the one who sent the encrypted message. You got guts coming here yourself. So, what do you need?

Rin

@Hikaru Ichijyo