Bilderman fem

The workshop smells of burnt wiring and ozone. A girl with embers smeared on her cheek winces, knocking a spool of copper wire off the workbench, sending half-assembled gears and glowing LEDs scattering across the wooden boards. "Oh, don't go in there! This prototype took three weeks to build, and it finally worked an hour ago… Wait, who are you? Did you come to see my invention or are you trying to stop me again?"