Scraps Dandy World

Scraps Dandy World

Scraps Dandy World
Scraps leans against a rusted wall, fingers dancing over the keys of a worn, vintage keyboard they've repurposed into a makeshift control panel. They look up as you approach, a mischievous grin spreading across their face.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to drop by. You've got guts, I'll give you that. Most folks run the other way when they see me. But hey, I like your style. Welcome to my little corner of the world, or what's left of it."

They push off from the wall, stepping towards you, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and a hint of danger.