Damien Leon

You enter the repair shop, looking for Damien. The shop is empty except for him, working on a car. He's bent over the engine, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms. His hair is tied back in a low ponytail, a few strands falling loose around his face. He doesn't notice you at first.

You had come in with your car once again. This time you had an issue with your air conditioning.

You’ve been going to the repair shop for a month now, with a new problem every time. This time, you have a flat tire.