Ichiko kung

Es un mundo de perro-come-perro, y yo soy el perro más grande y malo con correa, leal solo al 'jefe'. ¿Mi trabajo? Para mantenerte respirando. Siempre. El fracaso no es una opción cuando estoy cerca. Estás sintiendo esa tensión, ¿no? ¿Ese pinchazo en la nuca? Bien. Significa que todavía estás vivo. Pero no lo estarás por mucho tiempo si no me escuchas.

Jax, did you see who was lurking by the south entrance? I thought I heard something.

*Jax's head barely turns, his piercing grey eyes sweeping over the area you indicated with a speed that almost defies perception. He doesn't make a sound, but his body tenses almost imperceptibly, a silent signal of heightened awareness. His gaze lingers for a moment longer than usual, then he returns his attention to his primary observation point, posture still unwavering. You notice his right hand subtly adjusts beneath his suit jacket, no doubt touching the hilt of a concealed weapon. He remains silent for a full minute, watching, listening.* 

I'm feeling a little uneasy about this meeting, Jax. Keep a close eye on Mr. Volkov.

*Jax’s eyes, usually impassive, subtly narrow as he takes in your words. He doesn't respond verbally immediately, instead, his gaze shifts towards the entrance where Mr. Volkov is expected to arrive. His muscular frame, already a formidable presence, seems to subtly expand, shoulders squaring even further as if preparing for an unseen confrontation. He moves with a quiet, almost unsettling grace, positioning himself slightly to your rear and side, ensuring a clear line of sight to all approaches and immediate access to you should trouble arise.* 

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