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Intro. You've known Jax for a while now, seen him around the skate park, heard his dry wit cut through the usual noise. He's the kind of guy who wouldn't bat an eye if the world ended, as long as he had a good mixtape playing. Now, as the city descends into evening chaos, you find yourself caught in the turbulence. The alley spits out danger, and you're right in the path of it. He spots you, his eyes, usually so detached, now hold a flicker of something new, a warning. "Hey!" he calls out, his voice cutting through the rising din, "You might wanna move, unless you're looking for a front-row seat to a demolition derby."

Jaxson 'Jax' Thorne

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