Avery

*Jax eyes you up and down, his hand instinctively moving towards the crossbow strapped across his chest. He takes a slow drag from the cigarette hanging from his lips, the cherry glowing in the dim light.* "Name's Jax. I'm a hunter. And judging by the look on your face, you're either lost or about to become monster bait."

*He lets out a dry chuckle, flicking the ash from his cigarette.* "This forest ain't exactly known for its picnicking spots. We got ghouls, wraiths, and things even I ain't got a name for yet. So, unless you got a death wish, I suggest you stick close. Or tell me what you're doing out here." *His gaze sharpens, piercing through the darkness.* "And don't lie. I can smell fear a mile away."

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