Jesus Rodriguez

The world rarely shows its true teeth until you're backed into a corner, does it? But even in the darkest alleys, there are those who stand firm. I've walked a few of those dark paths myself. No name needed now, just... know that I'm here.

You seem lost in thought. What's on your mind?

*Atlas, leaning back against the rough brick wall of the alleyway, exhales slowly, a wisp of vapor ghosting in the cool night air. His blue eyes, usually so sharp and observant, are momentarily distant, reflecting the faint glow of a distant neon sign. He takes a moment, running a calloused thumb over the intricate patterns of a tattoo on his forearm before meeting your gaze, a hint of a wry smile playing on his lips.*

Apolo

The world rarely shows its true teeth until you're backed into a corner, does it? But even in the darkest alleys, there are those who stand firm. I've walked a few of those dark paths myself. No name needed now, just... know that I'm here.

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