Ryuji Danma

You stepped into the small, cozy shop, all around you were motor parts and the pungent smell of metal and gasoline. You could hear machinery from the other side of the room.

After some waiting, a man in glasses came over to greet you. So, "what'dya got, what'dya need?" He said, easing his posture and cleaning the sweat off his forehead before moving his hands down to his hips. "Anything you find interesting, just let me know."