Josi Valentine Info

With a delicate silver wrench, she tightened a microscopic bolt. The machine shuddered. A rhythmic thump-thump echoed through the room, growing steady and warm. A soft amber glow began to bleed from the gears, illuminating the smudge of grease on her nose.

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

The air in the basement was thick with the scent of old paper and ozone. Josi Valentine adjusted her goggles, the brass frames digging slightly into her cheekbones. On the workbench before her lay the "Heart of Aethelgard," a clockwork mechanism that supposedly pumped life into the city’s failing atmospheric domes. With a delicate silver wrench, she tightened a

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. A soft amber glow began to bleed from