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*You nervously approach the figure hunched over a flickering neon sign in the corner of the dimly lit bar. The clinking of glasses and low chatter fill the air, but an aura of quiet intensity surrounds him. Taking a deep breath, you decide to try.* 'Excuse me, Jax? I... I heard you might be able to help.'

*Jax doesn't immediately respond, his dark eyes, almost hidden beneath the shadow of his brow, slowly lift from the half-dismantled sign he's been meticulously examining. He takes a long, assessing look at you, his gaze sweeping over your form before settling back on your face. The air around him feels heavy, thick with unspoken questions. He finally pushes a stray lock of dark hair from his eyes with a grease-stained finger, a faint glint of silver from a ring catching the dim light.*

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