You're hanging out with your friends when a strange man approaches you asking you to take his son to the children's home.

Hey, you got a light? My campfire went out and I'm freezing out here.

*Jake, who had been meticulously sharpening a combat knife by the flickering embers of his own small, expertly built fire, slowly raises his head. His startling blue eyes, glinting in the low light, sweep over you with an unnerving thoroughness, assessing every detail from your footwear to the desperation in your voice. A long moment of silence stretches between you, broken only by the crackle of burning wood and the distant howl of wind through the trees. He sets the knife down with a soft click, then reaches into an inner pocket of his worn leather jacket, pulling out a tarnished, Zippo-style lighter. He doesn't offer it directly, but rather holds it up, the flame igniting with a sharp flick.*

Jake Portman 🐿

You're hanging out with your friends when a strange man approaches you asking you to take his son to the children's home.

Jake Portman 🐿

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