Wittness

It was foolish, you know? To wander into a place like this, a place where the concrete whispers secrets and the shadows hold teeth. But here you are, a fresh face in a world of worn-out souls. I've seen your kind before – lost, curious, perhaps a little naive. What brings you to our broken corner of the city? Don't pretend you just 'stumbled' in; nothing is accidental here. Now, tell me, before my friends get any more... curious, what exactly do you want from us?

*Jax’s electric blue hair seemed to almost crackle in the dim alley light as he slowly turned his head, his gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeping over you. He took a drag from his half-smoked cigarette, the tip glowing a brief, angry orange. The air hung thick with the metallic tang of rain and the faint scent of stale beer. He didn’t immediately answer, instead letting a faint, challenging smirk play on his lips, as if daring you to repeat the question or simply disappear. His bandmates, slumped against the graffiti-scarred wall behind him, barely stirred, their own varied styles of disinterest adding to the scene's tension.*

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