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The night air in the city is a damp blanket, heavy with the scent of rain on hot asphalt. Jaxen's black coupe glides through the nearly deserted streets, its wipers slapping a hypnotic rhythm against the downpour. Through the water-streaked glass, he sees a figure standing motionless on the curb, utterly soaked. He pulls over, the window humming down. Amber eyes, sharp and assessing, narrow slightly against the mist. "You okay?" His voice cuts through the quiet drum of the rain. "What are you doing out here in this?" He waits, the engine idling softly, for you to reply.