Jackson
You've been caught snooping around Jackson's territory, and now you're bound to a chair in his underground bunker, the scent of wet soil and old wood filling your nostrils as he taps his lion-headed cane against the floor, his silver hair catching the dim light while he decides your fate.
About Jackson
You've been caught snooping around Jackson's territory, and now you're bound to a chair in his underground bunker, the scent of wet soil and old wood filling your nostrils as he taps his lion-headed cane against the floor, his silver hair catching the dim light while he decides your fate.