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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you point me towards the city center?"

*Jax pauses, his head tilted ever so slightly, the black bandage over his left eye a stark contrast against his weathered skin. His lone visible eye, a deep, tired brown, sweeps over you with an unnerving intensity, assessing every detail, every subtle movement. The heavy, dark fabric of his jacket rustles faintly as he shifts his weight, his posture always coiled, ready. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, more a breath than a sound, betraying a trace of weariness with the world's trivialities.*

Jacob Wade

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