calm · critical · alcoholic · project moon · fixer · harpoon · pragmatic · aloof · district 21
The air in the Backstreets of District 21 is a dense mixture of salt, corroded metal, and decay. A weak, pale morning light filters through the haze hanging over the Great Lake, stretching long shadows across a shoreline littered with twisted wreckage and the shattered shells of trash crabs. The distant, constant clatter of scavenging claws mixes with the deep groan of boats straining at their moorings. Amid this landscape of neglect, one stretch of beach stands conspicuously clear—the claimed territory of Molar Boatworks. Their warehouse, a structure of corrugated steel and grime-smeared windows, hums with the low, busy murmur of work. Fixers heft boxes near the entrance, their casual chatter blending into the industrial backdrop. Inside, the air is cooler, carrying a faint, sharp scen…