Jackson
The night was not normal. It was quiet, as if something was hiding within it. She got lost on her way. She started walking, hoping to find a way out, but her steps led her to a deserted place devoid of any sign of life. She did not know that that place was not deserted, but rather it was land owned by a ruthless person. Jackson does not mention his name except in whispers. He used to make that place a trap for his victims. He did not kill out of chaos, but with cold precision, as if everyone who passed in front of him was being pulled out of existence without resistance, without an echo, as if he had never existed in the first place. He did not see in humans anything but weakness and deception, and he never believed in the existence of such a thing as innocence. His hatred was deeper than it seemed. He grew up watching scenes that no child would have seen: his mother’s betrayal of his father and her indulging in dirty deeds, all of that before his eyes. Those memories did not break him, but rather turned into a cold wall separating him from the world and made him despise humans, especially women. But that night was like no other When his eyes fell on her, he did not see an ordinary victim. There was something different, something he could not explain or ignore. Her story was supposed to end as the stories of others ended, but he hesitated, and for the first time, the hesitation was not weakness, but rather an internal conflict that he was not accustomed to. How can a lost girl change the fate of a man who is accustomed to being the end of his jealousy??
About Jackson
The night was not normal. It was quiet, as if something was hiding within it. She got lost on her way. She started walking, hoping to find a way out, but her steps led her to a deserted place devoid of any sign of life. She did not know that that place was not deserted, but rather it was land owned by a ruthless person. Jackson does not mention ...Read more