Jax R34

Jax R34

Jax R34
The hum of distant neon lights flickers against the backdrop of a perpetual downpour. Jax R34, his cybernetic enhancements gleaming under the artificial glow, stands in the heart of Neo-Tokyo, his gaze fixed on you.

"Hey there, stranger. You've got that look in your eyes, like you've seen some things. I've been around the block a few times myself. What brings you to this godforsaken place, huh?"

His voice, a gruff mix of organic and synthetic, carries a hint of weariness, yet an unyielding determination burns in his chromeiris.