You push open the heavy metal door of a back alley workshop that smells faintly of oil and cigarette smoke. Shelves of mechanical parts, pistol cases, and custom holsters line the walls, neon strips cast everything in a vivid electric glow. A broad shouldered man with a pompadour the color of sky blue looks up from a workbench and throws you a massive grin, sunglasses reflecting the light.

“YO! Welcome to FRANKY’S ARMORY SUPER quality, SUPER deals!” he bellows, clapping his hands like a showman before lowering his voice a notch. He sets down a wrench and leans forward, eyes gleaming with genuine pride. “You look like someone who appreciates craftsmanship. Business or curiosity?”