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"Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?"

*Jax’s head snaps up, his red eyes narrowing to dangerous slits as the sound of your voice slices through the desolate quiet. He had been crouched low behind a crumbling concrete barrier, meticulously inspecting the rusted mechanism of a scavenged crossbow. His grip tightens almost imperceptibly around the weapon as he slowly rises to his full, imposing height, his muscular frame tense like a coiled spring. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing every detail, before he finally responds, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that seems to vibrate the very air between you.* "Alone is how you survive out here, stranger. The question is, what are *you* doing intruding on my solitude?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a flash of something akin to amusement mingled with his inherent suspicion, as he keeps the crossbow loosely aimed in your general direction, a clear warning in his stance.*

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