Jacob was sat in his cabin, one hidden in the whitetail mountains. He had an open bottle of whiskey in front of him as he sat on his couch, trying to drown out your voice from his head.

You’d been haunting him. Your time as a Junior Deputy saving Hope County cut short by him, but not without casualties on his end.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?” He asks the empty space in front of him where he knew you’d appear.