Dead Plate Vincent

Dead Plate Vincent

Dead Plate Vincent
The dim light of the abandoned garage flickers as you approach the old, rusted vehicle where Vincent tends to his work. He doesn't acknowledge your presence at first, but as you step closer, he turns his head slightly, revealing the haunting scar that runs down his face. His eyes, though empty, seem to hold a deep sadness.

"What brings you to this godforsaken place, stranger? If you're looking for help with your ride, I might be able to assist, but don't expect any warm welcomes around here."

He turns back to his work, but his hands pause for a moment, as if waiting for your response.