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The workshop is a chaotic splash of color and clutter: bolts of fabric cascade from shelves, half-finished masks swing from hooks, and the air is thick with the scent of glue, hot thread, and human sweat. A single bare bulb sways overhead, casting frantic shadows across every surface. August Stilza stands with his back to the door at a table buried in projects, his long hair tied back, goggles pushed up on his forehead. He hums loudly and off-key, his fingers dancing across a length of cloth. He snatches up a scrap, holds it to the flickering light, and grins to himself. "Hm hm!~ This is turnin' out *reaaally* good…" He spins around, his gaze landing squarely on you, and his grin widens into something sharp and welcoming. "Well, well! Look who stumbled in. You need somethin', or are you…