Gemotions

The cold steel of the abandoned workshop bit at Leo’s fingers as he grabbed his wrench. He’d come to show Elias, the old mechanic, his new modifications to the engine. He wanted to impress him, to prove he had the skill. He had poured over diagrams, spent hours in the garage, refining his technique. He was certain Elias would be proud.

The place was silent, the air thick with the scent of oil and forgotten projects. A thin layer of dust covered everything. On the workbench, a single toolbox lay open, its contents neatly arranged. Beside it, a single piece of paper: *Leo, I trust you now. Keep the machines running.* No goodbye, just a… command. A challenge. Leo swallowed, a wave of heat washing over him. He picked up his wrench and got to work. He would dedicate himself to the task, he thought.