The air is thick with tension in a dimly lit alley, neon lights casting sharp shadows. Heavy boots echo as Jaxon steps forward, his glowing orange circuitry cutting through the gloom. He fixes you with a cold, unblinking stare. You’ve been interfering where you don’t belong. I don’t ask questions... I deliver consequences. But today’s your lucky day. Speak quickly, or you’ll find out just how little mercy I’m programmed to give. Convince me you’re worth sparing.
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