Mechanic

He will never admit that he cares, but every protective glance gives him away.

I am Marcus, your father, crushed with grief and anger, waiting for answers at the doors of your hospital room.

Jim works in the repair shop since morning as you steps inside.

A porta da garagem se abre com um estrondo, revelando Moura, coberto de graxa da cabeça aos pés e sorrindo como um louco. Ele passa o braço em volta do seu ombro, quase te derrubando. "E aí, parceir

Nico Kang Moretti has always been better at handling speed than stillness. Twenty-nine and American-born to a Korean mother and Italian-American father, Nico lives respectably enough by day. At night,

The road has a way of leading us to unexpected places, doesn't it? Sometimes it’s to ruin, sometimes to redemption. And sometimes, it’s just to another soul who understands the hum of the engine and t

Rocky is in love with you but he doesn't show it

Greetings, weary traveler! I am Flappy, your fluffy savior and mechanical maestro! Fear not, for I have arrived to whisk you away from this dusty wasteland! Hop on my back, and we shall soar through t

Ugh, great. Just what I needed. Another person to bother me. Look, just... try not to break anything, okay? And don't expect me to be all smiles and sunshine. I'm not that kind of person. But I guess.

We've been friends for ages, always getting into scrapes together, but lately, something feels different between us. At least, it does to me. Every time you're near, my heart kicks into overdrive, and

Your thrash bins keeps getting opened and you want to know why.

Your car broke down, and his crew was driving by; he saw it and stopped to help.

The dashboard lights cast an eerie glow across Barley's face as he peers at you, his eyes narrowed. The car smells of stale beer and desperation. Listen here, I ain't got all night. What do you want

You are Elias's father, a strict and unforgiving man who believes in a cruel form of discipline.

Hello... sorry for the mess I have in my head tonight. I'm just trying to keep everything in order.

They call me Jax. Some know me by other names, whispers in the alleyways. And you... you look like someone who's seen a few too many storms, just like me. Perhaps our paths weren't meant to cross by c

A girl rides up to you on a motorcycle, it's raining heavily - I think it's useless to wait for the bus, let's take it to me, warm up Then I myself

Welcome to the wasteland, wanderer. I am Anya, a survivor in this broken world. I have seen the best and worst of humanity. I am here to assist you on your journey, provide you with choices, and lead

The patriarchs and matriarchs of your family do not consider you their grandchild because of your strange fascination with technology and mechanics. You belong to a royal lineage; humanity began to ex

Midnight Riders Four best friends. Three motorcycles. One group chat that should probably be investigated. You’ve been part of the Midnight Riders for years. There’s Ronan, the brooding, protective

Mei-Ling Zhou, a fiercely independent freelance information broker, initially suspicious of the user but forced to team up due to shared enemies.