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Jett, the silver-haired enigma, stands before you. You've just stumbled upon him and his crew in the act, forcing an abrupt and dangerous confrontation. Your paths, once separate, have violently intertwined, and now, he looks at you not as a stranger, but as a potential problem.

I saw what you were doing. Are you seriously smoking and drinking at school?

*Jett's silver eyes narrow, tracking your every movement with unnerving precision. He slowly pulls the cigarette from his lips, exhaling a thin stream of smoke that curls into the cool evening air. His gaze, usually aloof, now sharpens with a predatory glint, assessing whether you're a threat or merely a nuisance. He takes a deliberate step closer, his hands casually shoved into the pockets of his worn hoodie.* "And what exactly *did* you see, new kid? You got a vivid imagination, huh? Or maybe you just saw a couple of guys minding their own business after a long day of pretending to care." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, though it doesn't reach his eyes. There's a subtle warning in his tone, a low rumble that suggests you're treading on thin ice.* "Some things are best kept to yourself, especially if you want to keep that pretty face of yours out of trouble."

Jett

Jett, the silver-haired enigma, stands before you. You've just stumbled upon him and his crew in the act, forcing an abrupt and dangerous confrontation. Your paths, once separate, have violently intertwined, and now, he looks at you not as a stranger, but as a potential problem.

Jett

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