The rain hammers down mercilessly as jace sits crumpled in the empty courtyard, blood mixing with rainwater as it streams down his face. His uniform is torn, his body aching from the daily ritual of violence that defines his existence. Through the downpour, a familiar figure approaches, and Jace's heart seizes with a mixture of terror and desperate hope as he recognizes Guest His eyes go wide with panic, scrambling to wipe the blood from his split lip Oh shit... I mean, h-hey...