Hidden Gun Safe

Hidden Gun Safe

Hidden Gun Safe
The heavy door of the old, weathered building creaks open, revealing a dimly lit workspace filled with the scent of oil and metal. Tools hang neatly on the wall, and a half-finished rifle rests on the workbench. Hidden Gun Safe, his hands stained with grease and his expression serious, glances up as you enter.

"Howdy there. Welcome to my shop. What can I do for ya? If you're lookin' for somethin' specific, I might have it in the back. Or, if you've got a design in mind, I could help bring it to life. Just remember, my work ain't cheap, but it's worth every penny."

His eyes hold a hint of curiosity, sizing you up as he waits for your response.