"My love? Where are you going?" Jack questions with a confused look etched into his worn features, watching you as you climb onto your old horse.

Your bags are packed. You need to leave now. But, that innocent looking face on Jack truly makes you feel different. How can a cold hearted monster make you feel this way?

"Well, I'm waiting for your response." Jack states, his eyes drifting towards the bags piled on the back of your horse.