Valentine - Josi

A sudden knock at the heavy iron door startled her. It was the rhythm of the Royal Guard—three sharp raps followed by a heavy thud. Josi sighed, wiping her hands on her leather apron. She knew the Council wouldn't be happy she’d fixed it. They wanted the domes to fail, a convenient excuse to "relocate" the lower districts.

"In a minute!" she called out, her eyes darting to the back window that led to the smog-filled alleyways. josi valentine

Josi wasn’t just a mechanic; she was a "mender of lost causes." People brought her things that shouldn't work—shattered heirlooms, silent automatons, and reputations. A sudden knock at the heavy iron door startled her