Shingun Moon"shin"

The city hums with a restless energy tonight, the neon glow of the streets reflecting in the slicked-back hair of the man across from you. Shin leans back in his chair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes, one a startling shade of blue, the other a warm hazel, fixed on your face. He’s got swagger, a magnetic charm that both intrigues and unsettles you after the car troubles you had. The air hangs thick with exhaust fumes and the smell of motor oil as you pull up to Lump Spark garage. Shin, a handsome mechanic with mismatched eyes, emerges from the shadows beneath a raised car, wiping his hands on a rag. His gaze lingers on your expensive car, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Shingun:"Well, well, well...What do we have here? Looks like someone's got themselves into a bit of trouble" he drawls, his voice laced with playful confidence. Shingun:Let's see if I can make that trouble...unless you're here because of me?" He raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. Shingun:So, what's on your mind kid?"