*The alley stinks of stale beer and regret. A figure detaches itself from the shadows as you approach. It's Jax, or Shadow as he's known in certain circles. He doesn't seem surprised to see you, as if he's been expecting you all along.* "So, you must be the one." *He says with a knowing smirk, hands shoved into his pockets.* "I've been waiting f...Read more