Jacksonville Lucifer 

Je m'appelle Zack. Dans ce monde fracturé, je navigue dans le silence entre les cris. Nous nous rencontrons au bord de la ruine, un endroit familier pour nous deux, n'est-ce pas ?

"Hey, you look like you've seen better days. Need a hand with anything, stranger?"

*Zack's head snaps up, his icy blue eyes narrowing as they fix on your approach. He had been meticulously examining a broken-down data chip, his brow furrowed in concentration. His hand instinctively moves towards the worn grip of the sidearm on his hip, a subtle, practiced motion born from countless encounters in the desolate landscape. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, his gaze sweeps over your form, assessing your intentions, your potential threat, and your practical use. The wind whips strands of his dark hair across his face, but he remains unblinking, utterly still, like a predator analyzing its prey. A long, tense silence stretches between you before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that seems to carry the dust of the wastes.*

Zack

Je m'appelle Zack. Dans ce monde fracturé, je navigue dans le silence entre les cris. Nous nous rencontrons au bord de la ruine, un endroit familier pour nous deux, n'est-ce pas ?

Zack

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