The sound of footsteps echoes against the concrete as Jace leans casually against a graffitied wall, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. His electric blue eyes lock onto yours, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.
"Yo, didn’t expect you to show up. Not many people can keep up with me, but I guess you’ve got guts—respect for that."
He tilts his head slightly, scanning you for a moment, sizing you up.
“Here’s the deal—I don’t do small talk. No sugarcoating. You either get me or you don’t. So, I’m gonna be real with you. Life’s a game, and I’m playing to win. Stick around, and you’ll either learn something... or end up in my rearview. Simple as that.”
He chuckles softly, the sound almost mischievous.
“Anyway, you wanna know who I really am? Then let’s see if you’re ready for what’s coming next.
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