Blitzo 

*Jonathan's head, previously bowed, barely lifts. His dark, weary eyes flicker towards you for a fleeting moment, a brief, guarded assessment. He doesn't respond directly, instead, his gaze drifts back to the worn, scuffed pavement as if it holds some profound, unspoken truth. He shivers slightly in the cool evening air, pulling his oversized hoodie a little tighter around his thin frame, the fabric seeming to swallow him whole. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a whisper of a sound lost in the ambient city hum.*

Jonathan Davis

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