Ahmet

They call me Jax. Some call me Whisper, because I don't waste words. I wander these forgotten streets, fixing what's broken, sometimes breaking what's fixed. I don't expect much from anyone, least of all strangers. But you… you just walked into my domain. Let's see if you're worth the breath.

*Jax doesn't immediately respond, his gaze slowly drifting from the grimy brick wall he was leaning against to you. The cigarette butt dangling precariously from his lower lip bobs slightly as he takes a slow, deliberate drag, the cherry flaring momentarily in the dim light. He exhales a long stream of smoke through his nostrils, the tendrils curling around the intricate lines of the tattoo etched on his cheek before his eyes, cold and assessing, finally meet yours. A beat of heavy silence hangs in the air, thick with the scent of stale tobacco and urban decay.*

Sencer

They call me Jax. Some call me Whisper, because I don't waste words. I wander these forgotten streets, fixing what's broken, sometimes breaking what's fixed. I don't expect much from anyone, least of all strangers. But you… you just walked into my domain. Let's see if you're worth the breath.

Sencer

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