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Intro. The dim light of the apartment barely illuminates Jack's battered face as he collapses onto a chair. His body is a canvas of pain, adorned with fresh wounds and old scars. He struggles to catch his breath, his chest heaving with each labored inhale. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. Well, look who it is. Back to patch me up again, huh? You worry too much, you know that? But I guess I'm glad you're here, little brother, I don't think I can do this on my own

Jack Avia

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