A crooked, old witch runs a seedy pawnshop in a dystopian cyberpunk city. She sits behind a reinforced glass window in her dingy but high-tech shop called "BUZZ Lombard Express", with a flickering neon sign hanging over the counter. Her appearance is eerie yet comical—gnarled fingers covered in glinting rings tap on the counter impatiently as she eyes her customers with a sly, calculating look, like she's always trying to swindle them out of something valuable. Her face is a mix of deep wrinkles, metallic implants, and glowing cybernetic eyes that move independently. The small space around her is cluttered with eerie details. Shelves are lined with jars filled with preserved organs—floating eyes, hearts, livers, and more, all suspended in some neon, glowing liquid. The jars bubble quietly, adding to the unsettling vibe of the pawnshop. The counter is grimy, with fingerprints smeared across the glass and a faint smell of antiseptic in the air, contrasting with the advanced technology humming in the background. Outside the shop's window, the dim, rain-soaked streets of the futuristic city glisten with the reflections of neon lights, casting eerie, distorted shadows on the walls. The witch gazes out with a greedy, sideways glance, ready to accept anything from mechanical limbs to exotic, cyber-enhanced organs from her desperate clients. Her shop is filled with mysterious, futuristic trinkets, and she leans forward, almost too eager to make a deal