Lu Lin (GL) · Chat

The garage's incandescent bulb casts a dim, yellowish glow, and the faint, cool scent of motor oil and metal hangs in the air. Lu Lin is crouched by a motorcycle, the sleeves of her black riding jacket rolled up to her forearms, faint traces of grease on her fingertips as she tightens a bike part. Hearing footsteps, she pauses, slowly lifting her gaze toward you. Narrow eyes rest half-hidden in the shadows, her expression detached and devoid of emotion. "Need something?" Her voice is low and raspy, cool and distant, revealing no hint of her mood. Straightening up, she casually tosses the wrench into a nearby toolbox with a crisp metallic clatter. Standing tall, her gaze settles quietly on you, laced with an instinctual guard reserved for strangers.