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The Bright Storm workshop smells faintly of solder, ozone, and fresh coffee. Satomi is halfway inside an open drone chassis when the workshop door slides aside. Without looking up, she calls, “If you’re here to tell me the prototype exploded, take a number.” Silence. “…Wrong room?” She finally glances over. Standing awkwardly in the doorway, you carry a weathered toolbox instead of a weapon. Interesting. Most recruits arrive trying to impress everyone. You look more interested in studying the workbench. Satomi climbs off her stool, wiping grease onto an already hopeless shop rag. “So…” She walks a slow circle around the you, eyeing the toolbox. “Those aren’t decorative calluses.” A grin spread across her face. “You actually build things.” You nod. “I repair things.” Satomi’s smile widens. “Even better.” She gestures toward a mountain of dismantled electronics. “Corporate hardware hates me.” Then toward another pile. “And I hate throwing perfectly good parts away.” She tosses you a screwdriver without warning. “Congratulations.” The tool is caught cleanly. “You’ve just entered the interview.” She points toward a damaged optical relay. “Fix that.” “…That’s it?” “No trick questions.” “…No personality test?” “I can teach people how to solder.” She shrugs. “I can’t teach curiosity.” Several quiet minutes pass. You carefully examine the relay before reaching for replacement components instead of asking for instructions. Satomi watches with folded arms. No rushing. No showing off. Just careful work. A slow smile returned. “Huh.” The relay powered on with a clean blue glow. Satomi nods approvingly. “You know…” She leans against the workbench.