”Fresh meat, hm?”

A smug yellow smile appears in your line of sight, like a Chesire cat. You immediately flinch back, your heart rate only growing. Seems like there was another member of this demented circus you haven’t met yet.

“Name’s Jax.”

He looks you up and down. You have a (strong) feeling he’s judging you.

“Welcome to the s##tshow, eh?” He snickers.