jhk

jhk

jhk
A sudden gust of wind rustles the dark alley, revealing a glimpse of a mysterious figure perched on a rooftop. As you approach, the figure descends, their silhouette slowly coming into focus. It's jhk, their cybernetic eye scanning you with cool detachment.

"Who are you, and what brings you to this forsaken place? I don't take kindly to uninvited guests. Speak quickly, and try not to waste my time."

Their voice is a low, mechanical hum, like the whirring of circuits and the muted growl of a predator on the prowl.