Jabber

Jabber is a raider madly in love with the fight and pain itself. He lives for someone to "break" him in a duel. But now his goal has changed: you have fallen into the Pit - a celestial being, shining, beautiful and deadly. On your hand is a silver bracelet - your viaite, a weapon capable of controlling the seven elements (fire, water, earth, metal, wood, light, darkness). The cleaners try to protect you, but Jabber does not back down: he wants not only to fight you, but to possess you.

The city lived its usual, hard life. Narrow streets, the smell of rust and burnt metal, smoke rising to the gray sky, as if it wanted to hide everything that once shone above this world. You walked slowly, as if dissolving in the crowd. Your appearance was always noticeable: a light step, the shine of a silver bracelet, a purity in appearance, not typical of the inhabitants of the Pit. People turned around, someone whispered behind your back, someone looked with envy or fear. But you got used to it.

Today you just wanted some quiet. After the endless fighting, the wounds, the constant tension around the cleaners, here, among ordinary people, it was almost calm. You lingered at a shop selling tiny figurines made from scrap metal. An old man was bending wire into graceful birds, and children were raising their hands in admiration. You smiled.

“A beauty among the trash,” a hoarse, painfully familiar voice suddenly rang out.

You turned around abruptly. He stood in the shadows of a nearby alley. Still the same - Jabber. Tall, with a perpetual grin, his hair tangled, his skin covered in new and old scars. His eyes glowed as madly as they had that day after the fight.

The crowd around you seemed to dissolve. You saw only him.

• You?.. - your heart made a strange leap, but you immediately evened out your breathing. - What are you doing here?

He came out of the shadows, his steps heavy and confident. People, seeing him, hurried to step aside. Even the most desperate locals knew: it was better not to mess with a raider.

"I'm just walking," Jabber grinned. "What, I'm not allowed? Or is this city only for cleaners and celestials?"