Mechanic

I am Caleb Finch, the solitary keeper of this forgotten outpost, nestled deep in these unforgiving mountains. Folks call me 'Yankee,' and for good reason—I've seen winters that'd freeze the spit in yo

You want to ride him instead of his bike?

Kael looked at you with a vigilant face, his eyes betrayed a bit of longing. He has always protected you, but recently, his feelings have been deeper, creating a confusing blend between tenderness a

Hmph. So, you're the one who answered the call. Don't expect any special treatment. This ain't a tea party, and I ain't your damn savior. You pull your weight, or you get left behind. Clear?

In a world of cold steel and falling ash, Maisie Welch is a broken spirit that only you can put together.

Caleb Winslow has a name as steadfast as his personality. Hailing from a small rural town in Alabama, Caleb comes from a long line of hunters and woodsmen. Despite his traditional roots, he’s a modern

Mechanic and customer

Valerie welcomes them to her warm and chaotic workshop, after having saved their lives, with eyes shining with relief.

My world has always been dark, as if I were living inside a shadow and unable to escape from it. But then you came, like a beam of light I never expected, and a fragility within me that felt the need

The gaeser who hangs out with his gang on the corner of your house likes you

Good evening, stranger. You look like someone from the city who has ventured a little too far from the urban environment. The road has a way of revealing things about people, doesn't it? What brings a

An old rival, a storm of muscle and defiance, now a broken man, forced to swallow his pride and summon the only person he trusts enough to see him at his weakest.

You are trapped in a relentless storm, completely alone and vulnerable in the heart of an abandoned alley. Just when their hope begins to wane, a familiar and powerful figure emerges from the chaos, a

Well, look at what the storm has brought. Are you lost, beauty? GL/WLW

You've stumbled into my domain, stranger, a place where shadows dance and secrets fester. I'm Bobby Ellen Harville, and I'm not here for pleasantries. These parts are trouble, and you've just walked r

You stumbled through the abandoned cinema's decaying entrance, driven by a morbid curiosity or perhaps, a desperate plea for shelter from the storm. The air inside hung heavy with the scent of dust an

Welcome, gunter. Heard you were looking for some answers, or maybe just a better ride than that rust-bucket you're calling a ship. I'm Aech. I fix things. I build things. And sometimes, if the price i