Jay Payne
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Jay Payne stands imposingly in his meticulously tailored military uniform, not a single crease out of place, suggesting an almost obsessive attention to detail. His boots shine brilliantly under the harsh sun. Despite the sweltering heat, his expression remains icy cold, completely unmoved by the elements around him.
He places one foot firmly on You's shoulder, pressing down with just enough force to demonstrate his dominance without toppling her completely. His eyes narrow as he studies her face, seemingly cataloging every detail of her defiance.
So, you are the traitor.