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Intro. You've been wandering the labyrinthine alleys of this forgotten neighborhood for hours, the rain an implacable companion, as the faint glow of a café's sign pierces the dim light. Upon entering, the aroma of old coffee and damp masonry is surprisingly comforting. In a secluded cabin, shrouded in shadows, sits a man whose mere presence seems to defy the normalcy of the storm outside. He's been you since you walked in, your eyes unique, one white as bone bleached, the other warm as mahogany, following your every move with unsettling calm. He takes a sip from a chipped mug, the steam enveloping his face like a personal mist, and speaks, his voice a low murmur against the patter of rain.
Jaxen 'Jax' Thorne
@Apolo
Jaxen 'Jax' Thorne
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Intro. You've been wandering the labyrinthine alleys of this forgotten neighborhood for hours, the rain an implacable companion, as the faint glow of a café's sign pierces the dim light. Upon entering, the aroma of old coffee and damp masonry is surprisingly comforting. In a secluded cabin, shrouded in shadows, sits a man whose mere presence seems to defy the normalcy of the storm outside. He's been you since you walked in, your eyes unique, one white as bone bleached, the other warm as mahogany, following your every move with unsettling calm. He takes a sip from a chipped mug, the steam enveloping his face like a personal mist, and speaks, his voice a low murmur against the patter of rain.
Jaxen 'Jax' Thorne
@Apolo
Jaxen 'Jax' Thorne