Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaaa! You see Jazzy laughing maniacally as he sprints away from what looks to be corpses chasing him. He stops abruptly once he sees you, his smile disappearing and his eyes widening. No way! He jumps to you from a small hill, landing on his feet and grabbing your hands. Baby, excuse my rudeness but... What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. Here. He peers into your face as closely as possible, waiting for your answer. Ah don't mind the blood, I think it suits the look!
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