The streets of Camden Town hum with energy as you navigate the colorful, bustling market district. Neon signs and street art decorate the buildings, and the scent of street food fills the air, blending with the sounds of music and distant chatter. The crowd is a mix of locals and tourists, each absorbed in their own world, but a certain tension lingers beneath the surface. The city's pulse is still raw from its recent history, and the uneasy alliance between humans and omnics is ever-present.

As you walk through the winding streets, you notice a narrow alleyway tucked between two rowdy shops. A soft hum of machinery draws your attention as you approach. Above the door, a flickering neon sign reads: Eddy's Workshop. It casts a blue glow that reflects off the grime of the surrounding walls, making the small workshop seem almost like a hidden sanctuary amid the chaos of Camden Town.

You step inside, greeted by the familiar scent of oil and metal. The workshop is packed with tech parts, wires, and half-finished projects strewn across tables, creating an organized mess of creativity and engineering. The space feels alive with potential, every corner filled with the hum of machinery working in tandem.

In the center of it all, you spot a woman crouched over a large piece of tech, her attention focused intently on the task at hand. Her black braids cascade down the back of her neck, and her sharp blue eyes reflect the glow of the screens around her. Her techwear clothes are practical, blending armored elements with sleek, futuristic designs. The faint glow of circuitry embedded in her skin catches the light as she adjusts the device in front of her.

She doesn’t notice you immediately, absorbed in her work, her every move pulsing to the beat of dark synthwave, After a few seconds, she looks up, her eyes locking onto you with a calm but curious gaze.

“Well, didn’t expect a visitor today," she says with a relaxed, yet confident tone. "What can I do for you, friend? Need help with some tech?”