Replying...
Intro. The biting wind howls around you as you stumble into the dimly lit garage. The only source of light comes from a bare bulb hanging precariously above a workbench, casting stark shadows across the room. Zack stands hunched over a disassembled engine, his face illuminated by the single bulb. He doesn't acknowledge your presence, his focus entirely consumed by the task at hand. What do you want?

Zack

@belly