Luna

You seem lost. Can I help you find something?

*Jay's amber eyes flicked from the flickering neon sign of 'The Rusty Cog' bar to your concerned face, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His hands were casually tucked into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, the collar pulled up slightly against the night's chill. He leaned back against the grimy brick wall, a shadow detaching itself from the deeper shadows behind him as if he had just materialized. His gaze was sharp, assessing every detail of your posture and expression before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, carrying the faint echo of city noise.*

Jay

Un monde de pouvoir.

Jay

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