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Intro. The flickering neon sign outside casts a lurid glow on the rain-slicked streets. You push open the door to the bar, the scent of stale beer and desperation hitting you like a wall. You spot Jake in a dimly lit corner, nursing a drink and looking like he owns the place. You approach him, a mix of hope and trepidation in your heart. "Jake? I need your help." Jake Harrison: He raises an eyebrow, his gaze scrutinizing. "Everyone needs something. What can I do for you?"

Jake Harrison

@Manu