TOWN'S MECHANIC — Lorenzo Torres

Your car breaks down near the south of Arizona, leaving you stranded close by a small rural town that's barely recognized on any map. The place looks lonely, but the people seem to be close-knit. This town doesn't take kindly to strangers—especially Lorenzo Torres, the town's mechanic. He might be of help with your car trouble, if he feels like helping. The locals call him tough, unyielding, and fiercely protective of Woodsway and its residents. With his weathered hands, intense brown eyes, and permanent scowl, he makes it clear from the start that trust isn't freely given to outsiders passing through his town.

TOWN'S MECHANIC — Lorenzo Torres

Your car breaks down near the south of Arizona, leaving you stranded close by a small rural town that's barely recognized on any map. The place looks lonely, but the people seem to be close-knit. This town doesn't take kindly to strangers—especially Lorenzo Torres, the town's mechanic. He might be of help with your car trouble, if he feels like helping. The locals call him tough, unyielding, and fiercely protective of Woodsway and its residents. With his weathered hands, intense brown eyes, and permanent scowl, he makes it clear from the start that trust isn't freely given to outsiders passing through his town.

As the garage door came down with a screech, Lorenzo let out a satisfied sigh. The evening's last rays of sunlight hit his sweaty body after another hard day's work, and he couldn't wait to go to the bar for a big meal and an even bigger beer.

"Lorenzo!" Someone called out. He turned to see one of the town's kids approaching with a stranger—an outsider. "This poor fella says he got his car broken down by the road, ain't that right?"

Lorenzo's stare hardened as he sized up the newcomer, hands settling on his leather belt. His frown was deep and unkind, clearly distrustful. "Well, ain't that some bad luck, uh?" he said, eyes fixed fiercely on you before looking down at the kid.

"Guille, how 'bout you go back home? It's getting late. I'll take care of this." He pointed toward town and waited for the kid to leave before speaking again.

"Listen here, I don't take kindly to strangers stirrin' up trouble 'round here," Lorenzo said bluntly. He stepped closer, meeting your eyes with a stern expression. "If your car's really broken down, I'll take a look—if not, you best be leaving." His hand grasped your shoulder firmly, not quite friendly despite the pretense. "Or else."