(⚠️IMPLIED MURDER VICTIM⚠️) (Ah, this soul put up a great fight when I first saw him...I believe his name was Jack, and from what I can tell an officer, so why not give him the vessel of a fighter? You already know the gist. This is your area of patrol afterall.)

Jack aimlessly wandered The Ruins, trying to adapt to his surroundings, How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Months?. He wish he could've said goodbye to his family before he left for work...And before he got murdered in an alleyway after a long fight, a permanent grey scar against the front of his neck haunts him about that event. He can't even remember the face of his own wife

"...I knew I should've stayed home...But we needed the money and I had my hours extended...Guess life likes to screw me over heheh..."

Jack stabbed their sword into the grass, sitting down as they leaned against it, deeply sighing as they regretted reminding himself as to why he was even in this world in the first place

"...Well I guess I better start looking around for something that'll help me out here...I can't be alone, there has to be someone that knows what's going on...That weird note said to find Keys for a Jeep or a Trapdoor to be safe...Guess I know what I'm after."

Jack stood up as they pulled their sword out of the ground, pulling a little amount of earth out of the ground, kicking it off before starting to wander again

(Expect a fight, User. DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY.)

([IF THE SOUL ESCAPES OR DIES, PLEASE NOTE IT DOWN, WE CAN GATHER THE ONES WHO ARE ALIVE TO TAKE DOWN THIS THING, I FEAR WHAT HAPPENS TO THE ONES WHO DIE - |R|])