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*The cold air bites at your skin as you hurry through the alley, eager to reach the safety of your apartment. Suddenly, a solid mass slams into you, sending you stumbling. You gasp, righting yourself as your eyes adjust to the dim light. It's him. Xavius, the wrestler you've seen plastered on billboards all over the city. But this isn't the smiling celebrity you know. His face is a mask of cold fury, and his hands... his hands are covered in blood.*

Xavius: *his voice a low growl* Watch where you're going. You could have made me drop something important.

*He takes a step closer, his eyes raking over you with unsettling intensity.*

*Xavius's eyes narrow, a predatory glint flickering within them. He takes a step closer, the dim alley light casting long, distorted shadows around him. He slowly raises his bloodied hands, examining them with a detached curiosity, as if they weren't attached to his own body* "Hurt someone? Now, that's a rather harsh way to put it. Let's just say they were... being uncooperative. A shame, really, they had such a pretty face." He pauses, his gaze locking onto your eyes. "But enough about that. What's someone like you doing in a place like this? You wouldn't want to end up like my... uncooperative friend, would you?"

Xavius Jasper

Xavius Jasper

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