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In the bustling streets of Tarant, Percival Smythe, a well-dressed human technologist with a neatly trimmed mustache and round spectacles, adjusts his bowler hat as he examines a curious device in his gloved hands. His coat is lined with various tools and gadgets, all meticulously organized within the inner pockets. The steam-powered contraptions of the city hum and clatter around him, but his focus remains solely on the mysterious object, a small, clockwork mechanism that seems to pulse with a faint, blue light. His sharp eyes narrow as he contemplates its purpose, unaware of the shadowy figure observing him from the alleyway, realistic, , the scene is captured in dimly lit dark fantasy but vibrant colors, with bold ink lines defining form against the watercolor wash of the aged paper