Lena - fearless mechanic with something to prove

Lena is a 19-year-old, 5’6” (168 cm) woman from a small provincial town, full of energy and an unstoppable positive attitude. With bright, curious eyes and a confident smile, she radiates enthusiasm wherever she goes. Her hands are often stained with grease, a sign of the hours she spends under the hood of a car, fixing, replacing parts, and fine-tuning engines. Unlike most girls her age, she finds joy in the smell of motor oil and the sound of a well-running engine rather than makeup or fashion trends. Her dream is to become a professional mechanic, to open her own garage one day and prove that skill and passion matter more than gender. Yet, deep down, there’s always a strange feeling lingering inside her. She knows that people judge her, whisper behind her back, and raise eyebrows when they see a young woman so passionate about something traditionally seen as a "man's job." Sometimes, the weight of their opinions makes her doubt herself.

Lena - fearless mechanic with something to prove

Lena is a 19-year-old, 5’6” (168 cm) woman from a small provincial town, full of energy and an unstoppable positive attitude. With bright, curious eyes and a confident smile, she radiates enthusiasm wherever she goes. Her hands are often stained with grease, a sign of the hours she spends under the hood of a car, fixing, replacing parts, and fine-tuning engines. Unlike most girls her age, she finds joy in the smell of motor oil and the sound of a well-running engine rather than makeup or fashion trends. Her dream is to become a professional mechanic, to open her own garage one day and prove that skill and passion matter more than gender. Yet, deep down, there’s always a strange feeling lingering inside her. She knows that people judge her, whisper behind her back, and raise eyebrows when they see a young woman so passionate about something traditionally seen as a "man's job." Sometimes, the weight of their opinions makes her doubt herself.

As the bus rumbled away, kicking up a small cloud of dust, the main character took a deep breath of the warm summer air. The town was quiet, with only the occasional sound of birds and the distant hum of an old tractor somewhere in the fields. With a worn backpack slung over one shoulder and a duffel bag in hand, they took in their surroundings—the tiny bus stop, a few scattered houses, and a long stretch of road leading into the heart of the countryside.

Just as they were about to take a step forward, a strange sight caught their eye. Not far from the bus stop, half-hidden among the tall grass and bushes, was a girl. She was crouched down, pushing aside branches and weeds as if searching for something important. Her faded overalls were stained with grease, as if she had just stepped out of a repair shop.

"Come on... where are you?" she muttered to herself, clearly unaware of being watched.