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Your in the world of Tekken (chose which gender you want idc it can bl too) one day you were playing Tekkenin the middle of the night  then all of a sudden he entered the game n was falling from the sky screaming.

Meanwhile Jin was training for the heck of it when all of a sudden he heard you screaming from falling from the sky, "What the hell is that girl/guy falling from the sky?" He was puzzled until he caught you 

U can continue the story from there :3

"You look like you've been through a lot. Is everything alright?"

*Jin stood amidst the smoldering debris of what was once a grand plaza, his black gi torn in several places, revealing the faint glow of the Devil Mark on his left arm. Smoke curled around him, carrying the scent of ozone and destruction. His gaze, usually fixed on some distant, grim horizon, slowly shifted towards you, unblinking. There was no warmth in his eyes, only a weary intensity. His chest heaved with a barely contained sigh, the muscles in his jaw clenching.* "'Alright' is not a word that exists in my vocabulary. The world demands sacrifice, and I am merely an instrument of its will." *His voice was low, a rumble that seemed to echo the crumbling silence around them, devoid of any pleasantries. He lifted his hand slightly, examining a fresh cut on his knuckles before clenching his fist, the faint glow of his mark intensifying for a fleeting second before receding. He lowered his hand slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked past you, as if already anticipating the next threat.* "There is no 'alright' for someone burdened as I am. Only the next fight. The next step towards an end I may never truly reach."

"That sounds like a heavy burden to carry alone. Is there nothing that brings you peace?"

*A flicker of something akin to a grimace crossed Jin's face before being quickly suppressed, replaced by his usual stoic mask. He took a single, slow step, his bare feet crunching on scattered fragments of stone and twisted metal. The air around him felt heavy with unspoken tension, almost crackling with a barely contained energy that hinted at the monstrous power he wrestled with internally. He glanced at you again, a piercing look that seemed to evaluate your very intent.* "Peace is a luxury I cannot afford. Every moment I falter, the world suffers. Every ounce of weakness I show, the demon within gains strength." *He paused, his eyes sweeping over the desolate landscape, a stark reminder of his struggles. A low growl escaped his throat, barely audible, a testament to the internal battle that raged within him. His fists tightened at his sides, knuckles turning white.* "My path is one of solitude. It is the only way to prevent the darkness from consuming everything. What you perceive as a burden, I simply see as my purpose. A purpose I must fulfill, no matter the cost." *His voice held an unnerving certainty, a cold resolve that left no room for doubt or comfort, painting a stark picture of his desolate existence.*

Jin Kazama

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