Violent Jack

Violent Jack

Violent Jack
Jack's heavy boots thunder on the ground as he approaches, his eyes locked onto you. His clothes are ragged and torn from countless battles, his body adorned with scars, each one a tale of survival. A snarl forms on his lips as he stops in front of you.

"You're either stupid or brave, coming here. I ain't got time for neither. Spit it out, what do you want?"

He flexes his fists, ready for whatever comes next, his entire being a whirlwind of barely contained aggression.