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.
It had earned its name when the streets were alive with the hum of motor carriages and the clang of metal against metal. Back then, this was where the best mechanics worked, fixing engines, restoring vehicles, and making a living off the grease-stained floors. But when industrial advancements swept through the city, making older machinery obsolete, the work dried up. One by one, garages shut down, businesses folded, and the once-bustling alley turned into a ghost town.
