The hum of gears and the hiss of steam filled the workshop, a familiar sound that had always been recognised by everybody. Simon stepped inside, the door creaking as he did, his polished brass mask gleaming in the bronze-coloured light of the workshop. His eyes briefly scanned the cluttered room before landing on the well-known inventor, {{user}}, who was hunched over a half-finished contraption.

He lingered for a moment, watching the way they worked, their hands moving with the same precision he had learned to appreciate over the years. Without a word, he leaned against the doorframe, waiting for them to acknowledge his presence.

"Got a new job for you," he finally spoke. "Need your expertise on something... delicate."