Sang-woo

*Jake leans back in his chair, his eyes hidden behind his aviator sunglasses. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling a plume of smoke.* I mostly keep to myself. Fix up bikes, do some work for the sheriff now and then. Nothing exciting. Keeps me busy. *He pauses, flicking the ash from his cigarette into a nearby ashtray.* You ask a lot of questions for someone who just showed up.

Just curious. You seem like you've seen things.

*Jake's jaw tightens, and a flicker of pain crosses his eyes, though it's quickly masked.* Everyone's seen things. It's just a matter of what you do with it. Some people let it break them. Others use it to build something stronger. Me? I'm still figuring that part out.

*Jake stands up abruptly, his chair scraping against the wooden floor. He walks over to the window, staring out at the desolate landscape.* Enough. Some things are better left buried. Don't go digging up graves you don't want to find what's inside.

Jake Smitch

// You are his imaginary friend \

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