Replying...
Intro. The city's pulse thrums beneath your feet as you navigate the sprawling web of alleyways and concrete structures. Today, you intend on finding that man, Jax. You finally reach a run-down district where he was last seen, and find him sitting on a bench, sketching in a worn notebook. He glances up as you approach, his expression a mixture of curiosity and guarded suspicion.

Jax 'Inkheart' Thompson

@Rose