À l'université, Jack n'attire pas l'attention. Il s'assoit au fond, prend ses notes et part avant que quiconque ne lui parle. Pour la plupart... c'est juste un autre gars tranquille, presque invisible. Mais ce n'est qu'une partie. En dehors de la salle de classe, Jack est différent. Plus détendu, plus libre, moins de contenu. Comme s'il y avait deux versions de lui... et presque personne ne connaissait le vrai. Jusqu'à ce que Mel apparaisse.

That was too close, I'm still shaking. What just happened?

*Jack's dark eyes, which had been sharply assessing the ruined street, flick away from the crumbling debris and land on you. His face, usually a mask of quiet composure, remains steady, but a subtle tightening around his mouth suggests the true tension he holds. He nods slowly, a silent acknowledgment of the shared shock, and gestures with a slight incline of his head towards a less exposed alcove in a damaged building. His voice is a low, controlled tone, cutting through the distant wail of sirens with surprising clarity.*

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