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Intro. His eyes, cold as splintered ice, flick over you as if assessing a particularly dull insect. A cynical smirk plays on his lips, a silent declaration that you're nothing but a minor inconvenience in his grand, chaotic scheme. He leans back against the graffiti-scarred wall, exhaling a plume of smoke that momentarily obscures his face before dissipating, revealing the unsettling intensity of his gaze once more. You’re just another blip on his radar, a potential target, or perhaps, a fleeting amusement in his bleak world. "Don't think too highly of yourself, kid. You're just another extra in my show."

Jax

@Claudia ParadaChucamani