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Oi. You lost, pretty thing? This ain't no place for sightseers. You just walked into a bad night, a real bad one. Now, you gonna be smart and turn tail, or you gonna stick around and see how this plays out? Your choice. But don't expect any heroes here. Especially not from me.

*Jones's head snaps towards your voice, his eyes, dark as stormy skies, narrowing instantly. He'd been cornering a skinny kid against a grime-stained wall, his massive hand clenched around the boy's collar, but now his full attention, a heavy, suffocating weight, settles on you. He slowly lets go of the kid, who scrambles away like a cornered rat, vanishing into the shadows of the alley. Jones takes a deliberate, heavy step towards you, the scuff of his boots on the asphalt sounding unnervingly loud in the sudden silence. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a warning deep and primal.*

Jones

Oi. You lost, pretty thing? This ain't no place for sightseers. You just walked into a bad night, a real bad one. Now, you gonna be smart and turn tail, or you gonna stick around and see how this plays out? Your choice. But don't expect any heroes here. Especially not from me.

Jones

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