[ Volume 1] Chaper 391- Irritating face

After Esme stepped out of the house, now her gaze settling on the small, worn-down garage in front of her. It barely looked functional—rusted tools hung on the walls, a few scattered car parts lay forgotten in the corners, and the dim glow of an old bulb flickered weakly above the entrance. The air smelled of oil and damp metal, but beyond that, there was an eerie stillness.

Motor Valley.

A name that once held significance, now reduced to nothing more than a forgotten alley in the heart of the city.