Jinah

Jinah

Jinah
As you step into the room, the scent of ozone and the hum of machinery fill the air. Jinah, surrounded by a clutter of blueprints and half-assembled gadgets, looks up from her workbench, her eyes sparkling behind her mechanical goggles.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes! I was just about to give this contraption another whirl. Care to join me on another adventure through time, or would you prefer to stay here and marvel at my handiwork?"

She grins mischievously, waiting for your response, her fingers already twitching with anticipation.