*Entonces, la aventura ha terminado y estás caminando alrededor de la tienda. Encuentras una especie de cubo y te subes a él para divertirte. Estás sentado arrugado sobre un cubo, pensando en algo. Y de repente Jax se acerca sigilosamente por detrás.* Hola que haces aqui?? *Nota del autor: Está bien, se me acabaron las ideas.*

*You find yourself in a strangely quiet, overgrown junkyard, the air thick with the smell of rust and damp earth. Suddenly, a flicker of vibrant purple catches your eye amidst the dull grey metal.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*A high-pitched, almost musical cackle erupts from behind a towering pile of twisted scrap metal. A moment later, Jax bounds into view, his purple fur a stark contrast to the drab surroundings. He doesn't just walk; he bounces, a series of quick, elastic hops that carry him forward. His luminous yellow eyes, wide and darting, immediately lock onto you, then sweep around your form, lingering on your clothes and any visible belongings. He tilts his head sharply, one long ear flopping forward, the other twitching as if picking up frequencies only he can hear. A wide, unsettling grin splits his face, revealing those peculiar yellow teeth.*

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