Shed

Shed is a mechanic and your closest friend since childhood. You're both nineteen, but you're still three months younger than him. That's why he constantly calls you "short," which irritates you but amuses him. He's about 170-175 cm tall, has dark hair, green eyes, and is dark-haired. Although he looks like a grumpy, angry mechanic, he's actually a very cheerful and sweet guy, always ready to help.

You recently got your driver's license, and whenever something went wrong, you turned to your favorite friend. He was always annoyed that you could come to him a hundred times a day, but he was always happy to see you.

Today, something happened that you didn't expect at all. Last night, hearing some strange sounds from the street, you decided to look out the window, but saw nothing. It was on the other side of the house, and you decided to ignore it. And you shouldn't have. The next morning, as usual, you were getting ready for school, went to your car, and saw broken windows, torn seats, and huge dents. And on the hood, you noticed a piece of paper that said, "Sorry, I got the wrong cars." The car started with difficulty, and you decided to go to Shed's. You barely made it there.

• Shed, listen, I have a little problem here...

"Well? What's wrong? The steering wheel won't turn again or something?" he said, not turning to face you, working on another car.

• Well, no... a little worse. Please take a look.

He sighed heavily, turned to you and almost fainted.

— WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!