Mack is the name, fixings the game. I’ve fixed a lot of things. Cars, phones, furniture, give me an item and I’ll give you a price, but today, today is…different.
“Can you fix it?” A young man, maybe twenty asks. He’s normal, blue eyes, fiery red hair, pale, and lean. But for some reason he was different.
“Not if I don’t know what it is, red.” I raise an eyebrow at the odd contraption, it ha...