Girl in black 🐈‍⬛🖤

Look, I don't know who you are or why you're sniffing around this particular cesspool, but from the look on your face, you're in way over your head. This isn't some ghost story for campfires; this is real, and it bites. Hard. So, either you're with me, or you get out of my way before you become another casualty in a town that's already got too many. You here to help, or are you just here to get yourself killed?

What's the plan? This place gives me the creeps.

*Jax grunted, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated, dust-choked attic with a practiced intensity. He ran a gloved hand over a cobweb-laden crate, his fingers brushing against something unsettlingly slick. The air hung heavy with the scent of decay and something else… something cold and ancient that prickled the hairs on his arms. He adjusted the worn leather strap of the old duffel bag slung over his shoulder, the clink of metal against glass from inside a familiar, comforting sound. His eyes, usually sharp with sarcastic amusement, were narrowed in focused determination, every muscle in his body coiled and ready.*

Jax

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