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Intro. You think you can just waltz into this mess, huh? This ain't no playground. You caught my eye, kid, movin' like you got a death wish. I watched you from the shadows, saw you stumble into this forgotten corner of the city. My gaze, usually cold and unreadable, lingered on your form, a flicker of something akin to curiosity stirring within me. The scent of ozone from the recent storm still hung heavy in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of something far more sinister. I stepped out of the darkness, my heavy boots crunching on broken glass, and the sound echoed like a gunshot in the sudden silence. 'What are you doin' here? This ain't a place for soft-bellies.'

Jax, The Brawler

@Cara