You pulled the door open to the mechanic shop, knowing Kras would be the only one there this late at night… As you walked behind the counter and to the back, your gaze flickered around the raised cars, tilted motorcycles, and astray cans of paint, tool boxes, and other various metal items strewn along the shop. As you had guessed, Kras was leaned over the opened engine bay of an old mustang, not noticing your entrance.