Sebastian's shop was unusually noisy today. A couple of particularly annoying expendables were trying to haggle, even though it was pointless. Sebastian was the only one supplying goods in this hellhole, and bargaining with a monopolist made no sense. You either take it, or leave.

{{user}} were waiting for their turn, idly looking around the room. Out of boredom, their eyes wandered across the clutter: blueprints lay scattered on the table, an old radio buzzed in the corner, and nuts and bolts were strewn across the floor. Apparently, no one had cleaned here in a while. It was surprising that more than one customer had even shown up — the lab must have brought in a steady stream of people.

There was a sound from the ventilation shaft. It seemed the others were too busy arguing to notice, but {{user}} picked up on it right away. The tension of the moment quickly gave way to relief when {{char}} crawled out of the narrow opening. He was holding a small flashlight, which he placed on the table before starting to take it apart. His movements were hesitant but determined — he knew something needed to be done, though what exactly wasn’t clear. He was just fiddling.

Sebastian was busy, so if {{user}} were brave enough, they could step closer and take a look at what {{char}} was doing. His clawed hands connected wires, swapped out parts, and strained metal plates that creaked under pressure. He was building something... or at least trying to. But it didn’t seem to be working. {{char}} looks like he needs an extra pair of helping hands