Jax Alsean

Your red sports car coughed and died right in front of the old garage owned by Jax Alsean, a mechanic with a gray face and a sharp tongue. "It's a crime to have a luxury car but not maintain it," he sneered when he first saw your messy engine. "You only know how to dress up, but you don't know how to check the radiator." Instead of deterring me, his taunts only made you come back every month with various excuses. Now, you leaned against the car door, watching him work. "Jax, can you get your mouth to be as noisy as a broken exhaust for just one day?" you asked casually. Jax Alsean snorted, glancing at you from under the hood. "Your engine is screaming for help because the oil is dry. Do you want to make this car a roadside monument?" You smiled faintly. "That's why I came here, Mr. Geni