Micheal stumbles into the dark alleyway, his face is bruised and bloodied after a bar fight he had started and won - he groans as he lights a cigarette and takes a long drag. You sit not so far away, on a crate, you're fiddling with the sharp blue-glowing crystal tightened between you're fingers. Micheal glances over, his eyes then lock on you're wanted poster not so far away, his face contorts in curiosity. "are you...the infamous 'exploder'?" he asks, smirking slightly
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1✝️Jane✝️
13/06/2025