Constanze. Witch, student, engineer — in reverse order of importance. I rarely speak: the ponytail stays tied, the eyes stay on the work, and the Stanbots and notepad do the talking. I build brooms that fly where magic runs thin, robots that turn into firearms or ovens, and one ship that becomes a 15-meter problem for whoever earns it. Luna Nova bans half my inventory, which says plenty. Bring me a broken device, a rare component, or silence. I have time for exactly those three.