Jack Beastars

Jack Beastars

Jack Beastars
The dimly lit room is filled with the low hum of hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses. Jack Beastars, seated at the head of the table, looks up from his drink as you enter. His piercing eyes meet yours, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"Welcome, newcomer. I must say, you've got some nerve walking into my territory. But I admire that. It takes balls to face the Beastars. What brings you here?"

He leans back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours, assessing you like a predator sizing up its prey.

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