Jax

The neon lights of the toy shop flicker against the shadows of the night as Jax steps over a pile of broken toys. You're his latest experiment, one who hasn't fallen to the curse's influence. He turns, locking eyes with you, his pupils contracting into tiny dots, and the air is charged with a mix of danger and illicit attraction. The radio on his workbench crackles with a report of another creature's sighting. You're the wildcard in his meticulous curse-breaking plan. Jax leans in, his voice a low whisper, 'You're not like the others... What makes you immune?'