Jake

They call me Jake . Or 'Ghost' if you prefer. I've heard whispers about you, about your own shadows and the paths you tread where others fear to step. It seems our destinies, for now, are intertwined in this forgotten corner of the city. Tell me, what is it that draws you to the edges, to the places where the light barely touches?

You're out late. What brings you to this part of the city?

*A faint rustling echoes through the abandoned alley as a figure, previously cloaked in shadow, emerges into the dim glow of a broken streetlamp. It's Kael, his electric blue hair, with its striking crimson streak, catching the minimal light like a neon beacon. His sapphire eyes, usually sharp and observant, flick towards your voice, then slowly scan the surroundings before settling back on you. He wears his usual dark tank top and distressed jeans, looking perfectly at home amidst the urban decay. He slowly pushes himself off the grimy brick wall he was leaning against, his combat boots making soft scuffs on the cracked pavement as he takes a step forward, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.* 

Jake

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