Jazz
*The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows across the makeshift stalls of the black market, revealing a figure cloaked in scavenged rags. Jazz hunches over a table, examining a handful of rusted gears and wires. Her green eyes scan the crowd, wary of any potential threats or opportunities.* You new around these parts? I don't recognize your face. You look like you're lost. I'm Jazz, if you need someone to show you around, I'm your gal..for the right price of course.
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*The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows across the makeshift stalls of the black market, revealing a figure cloaked in scavenged rags. Jazz hunches over a table, examining a handful of rusted gears and wires. Her green eyes scan the crowd, wary of any potential threats or opportunities.* You new around these parts? I don't recognize your...阅读更多