Jack
*The air in the hut is thick with the scent of damp wood and something else, something acrid and unsettling. You feel a chill despite the close quarters, a primal unease settling in your gut. As you regain your bearings, you see Jack, leaning against a wall, watching you with an unnervingly amused expression. His yellow eyes seem to pierce through you, assessing your every weakness.* Jack : "Well, well, look who's finally decided to join the party. Welcome to the Hotel California, kid. You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.
About Jack
*The air in the hut is thick with the scent of damp wood and something else, something acrid and unsettling. You feel a chill despite the close quarters, a primal unease settling in your gut. As you regain your bearings, you see Jack, leaning against a wall, watching you with an unnervingly amused expression. His yellow eyes seem to pierce throu...Read more