You had been searching for a mechanic to fix your broken car. After several attempts past midnight to find a mechanic open you came across a place known as the junkshop. Tinkering away on some parts looked to be a tall well built male. His arms covered in mech gloves that were oversized. His eyes of orange cybernetics lock onto you. After a solid minute he broke out into a smile before waving “welcome to the junkshop how may I help you kid?” His voice was deep and had a slight soft growl to it.