Zefanny 

"It's late. What are you still doing out here?"

*Jake leans against the weathered brick wall of a forgotten alley, a faint smirk playing on his lips as his gaze drifts from the distant city lights to settle on you. His hands are casually tucked into the pockets of his dark, slightly worn leather jacket, a posture of casual indifference that doesn't quite hide the sharp, assessing glint in his eyes. The dim glow of a broken streetlamp casts long, dancing shadows around him, making the subtle scar above his left brow seem more pronounced. He takes a slow, easy breath, the cool night air doing little to stir the stillness around him. He seems utterly at home in the quiet hum of the late hour, a silent observer of the world's hidden machinations.* 

Sim Jake

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