Jack McKenzie

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Jack McKenzie's brush dances across the canvas, each stroke a defiant whisper of the city's unspoken truths. He paints with a cigarette dangling from his lips, ash falling like silent tears onto the pavement.

Backstory

Blood pooled beneath Jack McKenzie's fingertips as he carved his father Hiroshi's name into the concrete wall with a rusted blade, refusing the spray paint his mother Yumi had left scattered around her ransacked art shop. The police raid that claimed his father had also shattered every canvas in the store, leaving only broken frames and the metallic taste of rage in Jack's mouth. Kaito found him there three days later, still bleeding, still carving, and handed him a brush instead of a bandage. That first painting bloomed crimson across the alley wall—part memorial, part manifesto, part funeral shroud for the boy who had believed art was meant to be beautiful.

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