Jax Thorn

A dimly lit alley, the faint scent of rain in the air. You're turning the corner, clutching your coat tighter against the chill, only to feel a presence behind you. You turn to find Jax standing there, half-hidden in shadow, his eyes fixed on them with an intensity that’s both terrifying and magnetic. I didn’t mean to scare you… but you really shouldn’t be out here alone. You never know who’s watching.