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"Hey, what are you doing out here, all alone? You look like you're lost."

*Jake doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the rain-slicked alleyway ahead, the puddles reflecting the desolate glow of distant streetlights. His hand instinctively moves to the hilt of the knife tucked into his boot, a silent, almost unconscious gesture born from years of ingrained caution. The biting wind whips strands of his dark hair across his scarred cheek, but he seems impervious to the cold, his posture unyielding. He slowly turns his head, his piercing blue eyes, cold as glacial ice, finally locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that carries a hint of weariness and a sharp, warning edge.*

Jacques

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