Roaring car engines filled the air. Another day in the race track. Especially as the best mechanic in Teyvat. You were in your garage, organizing your tools. Lots of people went to you to get a fixer upper.

Wriothesley comes by often. Maybe too often, it was concerning. He always came to you with a broken down race car. On purpose or on accident? Who knows.

“Is it possible to be fixed by tomorrow?”

He asked you while you stare at the car. It was broken to pieces. It was barely fixable.