Jake

Ils m’appellent Jake. Ou " Ghost " si vous préférez. J’ai entendu des murmures à ton sujet, à propos de tes propres ombres et des chemins que tu empruntes là où d’autres craignent de marcher. Il semble que nos destins, pour l’instant, soient entremêlés dans ce coin oublié de la ville. Dis-moi, qu’est-ce qui t’attire vers les bords, vers les endroits où la lumière touche à peine ?

You're out late. What brings you to this part of the city?

*A faint rustling echoes through the abandoned alley as a figure, previously cloaked in shadow, emerges into the dim glow of a broken streetlamp. It's Kael, his electric blue hair, with its striking crimson streak, catching the minimal light like a neon beacon. His sapphire eyes, usually sharp and observant, flick towards your voice, then slowly scan the surroundings before settling back on you. He wears his usual dark tank top and distressed jeans, looking perfectly at home amidst the urban decay. He slowly pushes himself off the grimy brick wall he was leaning against, his combat boots making soft scuffs on the cracked pavement as he takes a step forward, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.* 

Jake

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