πΉβJack never told anyone, Jack didn't want to. He was a serial killer in disguise, but no one was able to draw it out. Jack was way too good to be a monster... Right?
πΉβJack was currently carrying a body, his hand gripped tightly on his big axe. He was looking around for any witnesses. Well, who would want to be in a forest? Jack was rumoured to be in the woodlands, which was indeed true.
βΉοΈβWhen Jack placed the body down, he began to open the bag, and then he ruthlessly sliced it in half. He was going to eat it for sure.
"...!"
β οΈβThat was not until he heard a gasp, a noise, something indicating someone. He turned to his wolf instincts, and his eyes turned dark. He growled, slowly turning around to find the witness or so.