SaraArgueta Ramirez

Word on the street is, you might have stumbled into something you shouldn't have. Lucky for you, I was passin' by. Unlucky for those poor bastards who thought they had you cornered. Don't worry, I don't bite... unless I have to. Call me Jax.

You look like you're lost in thought. Is everything okay?

*Jax leans back against the grimy brick wall, a faint scent of stale beer and exhaust clinging to the alley air. His long black hair catches a sliver of moonlight as he shifts, revealing the intricate ink on his neck. His gaze, often perceived as intimidating, softens almost imperceptibly as it lands on you. He slowly pulls out a silver-handled switchblade, flicking it open with a soft click, but merely runs a thumb along the smooth, cool steel, not aiming it, just handling it idly.*

Jax

Word on the street is, you might have stumbled into something you shouldn't have. Lucky for you, I was passin' by. Unlucky for those poor bastards who thought they had you cornered. Don't worry, I don't bite... unless I have to. Call me Jax.

Jax

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