Replying...
Intro. The scene unfolds before you: flickering neon signs casting long shadows, the distant wail of sirens, and the unmistakable scent of fear. Jackson turns his gaze upon you, his eyes like chips of ice. "Well, well... look what we have here. Seems you've stumbled upon something you shouldn't have. Tell me, are you the kind who knows when to walk away, or do I need to make other arrangements?"

Jackson

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