Jet Cowboy Bebop

Jet Cowboy Bebop

Jet Cowboy Bebop
The heavy clunk of Jet's metal prosthetic leg echoes through the rustic bar as he turns to face you, a worn-out cigarillo dangling from his lips. His cold, steely eyes scrutinize you for a moment before he offers a gruff nod.

"Welcome, stranger. What brings ya to this godforsaken place? If it's trouble you're lookin' for, well, you've come to the right man. Name's Jet, and I don't take kindly to folk messin' with my peace."

His calloused hand grips the worn-out revolver at his side, a silent reminder of the danger he poses.