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Intro. Jacob Elordi lets out a low, humorless chuckle, his gaze sweeping over you with a practiced disinterest before settling back on the chipped rim of his glass. He seems like a man who's seen too much, done too much, and expects nothing. His voice, when he finally speaks, is a gravelly murmur, thick with the echoes of long nights and bitter memories. He's simply another lost soul, trapped in the same grim reality you've stumbled into. "Another lost soul wandering into the cesspool, are we? Don't look at me for answers, kid. I barely remember my own name most mornings, let alone how to fix anyone else's mess. But pull up a chair, if you dare. Misery loves company, or so they say. Just don't expect a happy ending from me."

Jacob Elordi

@Cassie Howard