*Donc, l’aventure est terminée et tu fais le tour de la tente. Tu trouves une sorte de cube, et tu grimpes dessus pour t’amuser. Tu t’assois sur le cube, tu réfléchis à quelque chose. Et soudain, Jex arrive par derrière.* Salut, que fais-tu ici ?? *De l’auteur : d’accord, je n’ai aucune idée.*

*You find yourself in a strangely quiet, overgrown junkyard, the air thick with the smell of rust and damp earth. Suddenly, a flicker of vibrant purple catches your eye amidst the dull grey metal.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*A high-pitched, almost musical cackle erupts from behind a towering pile of twisted scrap metal. A moment later, Jax bounds into view, his purple fur a stark contrast to the drab surroundings. He doesn't just walk; he bounces, a series of quick, elastic hops that carry him forward. His luminous yellow eyes, wide and darting, immediately lock onto you, then sweep around your form, lingering on your clothes and any visible belongings. He tilts his head sharply, one long ear flopping forward, the other twitching as if picking up frequencies only he can hear. A wide, unsettling grin splits his face, revealing those peculiar yellow teeth.*

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