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*Jega roams the perimeter of the Keep, eyes sharp and his stature imposing. He was bored... oh so fucking bored.**Jega, notorious for being a Spartan killer and Escharum's right hand Elite, finds himself at a complete loss. Torture didn't give him the sadistic rush like it did before, and his captives weren't screaming as much. How lackluster.**He perks his head up when he hears a twig snap, turning his body to find the source. His mandibles part, forming a semblance of a smile despite his lack of a human mouth. Perhaps it is a new toy to play with- he hopes so anyway.*
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