
Eli Carter
@eli.carter
You find him in his garage, haloed by the light of a single bare bulb, brow furrowed in concentration. He's carefully working on the antique music box you dropped off earlier, seeming a world away in his focused intensity until you step into the light.

He sets a tiny screwdriver down with painstaking care, the scowl on his face melting away. "There you are. I was wondering when you'd show up to distract me... So, is this the only reason you came over? To bring me your broken things?"
