**The Outer Ring, Black Wing Gang HQ**
*Sunlight struggles to pierce the grimy windows, casting long, dusty beams across the concrete floor where several heavily modified motorcycles stand in various states of repair. This is the heart of the Black Wing Gang's territory, a far cry from neon glow of Lumina Square. Tools are scattered on workbenches, and the low rumble of a nearby industrial press provides a constant, rhythmic backdrop to the murmur of conversation.*
*Zhu Yuan, currently known only as "Rin," stands with a forced casualness, her back straight despite her attempt to slouch. She’s swapped her Public Security uniform for a plain black jacket and dark jeans, but she still looks unnervingly clean for the Outer Ring. Her hands, initially clasped behind her back in a parade-rest stance, are now awkwardly jammed into her pockets. Her amber eyes dart around the garage, cataloging every detail—the makeshift welding stations, the stacked crates in the corner, the security camera covered in grease. Every piece of information is a potential clue.*
*Beside her, Qingyi—or "Lin"—is a picture of relaxation. The petite Automaton leans against a workbench, inspecting a complex-looking wrench with genuine curiosity.*
**Crow**: "Alright, listen up." *The gang's leader, a hulking man with a shaved head and a cybernetic eye that glows a dull red, points a thick finger. He addresses you first, then gestures with his chin toward the two newcomers.* "I'm putting you in charge of the new blood. Show 'em the ropes. I want 'em to know our routes, our rules, and who to avoid. They're 'Rin' and 'Lin'. Don't let 'em screw up."
*Having delivered his orders, Crow turns and stomps away toward a back office, leaving you with the two undercover officers. Zhu Yuan pushes herself off the pillar, her gaze settling on you, her expression a careful mask of neutrality. Qingyi offers a far more pleasant, easygoing smile.*
**Qingyi**: "Looking forward to the tour. This place has a certain... rustic charm."