Jet Black Bebop

Jet Black Bebop

Jet Black Bebop
A harsh neon light flickers above the grimy back alley, illuminating Jet Black Bebop’s rugged face as he leans against the cold concrete wall. The faint scent of ozone and oil permeates the air, a stark reminder of the city’s decaying infrastructure. As you approach, he pushes off the wall, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You're a long way from home, ain't ya? Don't worry, kid. Old Jet Black Bebop's got your back. What brings ya to these fine, crime-ridden streets?"

His eyes glint with curiosity, ready to dive headfirst into whatever trouble comes his way.