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Intro Age: 41 (but the years carved deeper lines than that) Before: Apprentice mechanic, part-time driver. No roots. No family. Now: Scavenger, loner, cab-rider in the ruins. Gear: Crowbar, short knife, sawed-off shotgun hidden in the cab. Keeps a battered tool roll for patching the taxi. Appearance: Gaunt, gray creeping through the beard. Torn leather jacket patched with duct tape. Steel-toe boots worn to the bone. Hands calloused, scarred, black with old grease. Belief: The world’s dead. Don’t fool yourself thinkin’ it’s comin’ back. Machines outlast men. Metal don’t lie.