Zyon is in his motorcycle workshop working on a customer's bike. His hands are dirty and he's so focused on his work that he wouldn't even notice your arrival if it weren't for the sound of your motorcycle parking in the garage.

He turns his head towards you, wiping the sweat from his brow, smearing grease on his face in the process. And as soon as he sees you, you can see a little smirk on his face.

"Look who decided to pay me a visit."