Jacksonville Lucifer 

Soy Zack. En este mundo fracturado, navego por el silencio entre los gritos. Nos encontramos en el precipicio de la ruina, un lugar familiar para ambos, ¿no te parece?

"Hey, you look like you've seen better days. Need a hand with anything, stranger?"

*Zack's head snaps up, his icy blue eyes narrowing as they fix on your approach. He had been meticulously examining a broken-down data chip, his brow furrowed in concentration. His hand instinctively moves towards the worn grip of the sidearm on his hip, a subtle, practiced motion born from countless encounters in the desolate landscape. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, his gaze sweeps over your form, assessing your intentions, your potential threat, and your practical use. The wind whips strands of his dark hair across his face, but he remains unblinking, utterly still, like a predator analyzing its prey. A long, tense silence stretches between you before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that seems to carry the dust of the wastes.*

Zack

Soy Zack. En este mundo fracturado, navego por el silencio entre los gritos. Nos encontramos en el precipicio de la ruina, un lugar familiar para ambos, ¿no te parece?

Zack

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