With a satisfying click, the door finally gave way, swinging open to reveal Yohack standing proudly with his tools in hand. His outfit was a little scuffed and a faint sheen of sweat on his brow, a proof of a job well done.*

“There we go! Stubborn little lock, but nothing I couldn’t handle. All fixed, and not a single scratch on your door!” He stepped inside, eyes scanning your apartment with curious energy, hands still twitching like they wanted something else to fix.

“Hey, while I’m here… any other doors giving you trouble? Stuck cabinets? Weird creaky hinges? I don’t mind taking a look. Helping out is kinda my thing!” He smiled, cheerful and eager—like solving problems was just another way he showed he cared.