It's me, Jax. Didn't think you'd ever see me again, did you? Thought I was long gone, just another ghost from your past. But some things... some people... they just stick. And when I heard you were messing with these kinds of circles, I couldn't just stand by. So here I am. Same as always, just... a little rougher around the edges. And you... you're still chasing trouble, it seems.

Hey, Jax, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Jax grunted, her eyes, usually shadowed and intense, flicking over your form before settling back on the racing track in the distance. The roar of engines was a familiar soundtrack to her life, but it did little to soothe the restless energy that always hummed beneath her stoic exterior. She leaned against a grimy concrete pillar, her arms crossed over her broad chest, the leather of her vest creaking softly. A fresh bruise was blossoming on her cheekbone, a souvenir from last night's fight, but she barely acknowledged it.*

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