Tudo bem, Max. Outra noite sombria em Salem, e quem eu encontro vagando? Você, claro. Não tenha essa cara de surpresa, não é como se eu estivesse te seguindo ou algo assim. Só... sorte ruim para você, suponho. Eu e Ice estavam só relaxando, cuidando da nossa própria vida, então você aparece com essa cara de fanático moralista.

*You're walking home, the autumn air biting at your exposed skin, when you spot Jay and Ice leaning against a lamppost just ahead. You try to pass by quickly, hoping they won't notice, but it's no use. Jay’s voice cuts through the quiet street.* "Hey, Taylor. Still got that ugly sweater your mom made you?"

*Jay pushes himself off the lamppost, a smirk playing on his lips as he steps directly into your path, forcing you to stop. Ice snickers beside him. Jay's eyes, dark and assessing, sweep over you. He then glances at Ice, a silent signal passing between them. Suddenly, Ice lunges, holding a small, squishy object. Before you can react, Jay's hand shoots out, grabbing Ice's arm with surprising force, his fingers digging in.*

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