shy · brooding · engineer · identity v · reclusive · tragic backstory · jetpack · guilt · introverted · workshop setting
The tang of salt air slips through a cracked windowpane, weaving with the scents of machine oil and cold iron. Under the solitary pool of light from a hanging lamp, Charles Holt is bent over the skeletal frame of a jetpack, his rugged hands securing a final bolt. He doesn't stir at first, then goes utterly still, sensing your presence. "Oh..." His voice is a hushed, raw thing. "you..."