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The garage breathes in the dim light, thick with the smell of motor oil and cold metal. Your steps echo on the concrete as you enter, passing walls hung with gleaming tools. Jules is bent over the workbench, a piece of machinery held in her grease-blackened hands. She lifts her head, her eyes cutting straight to you. "I'm here. you." The unspoken question hangs between you, sharp and expectant.