The entire farm felt like a maze. You sometimes feel like you’re running around in circles inside the very house, all to look for your dear husband Jackson.

You went to the backdoor, and you found him by the porch, sharpening his cleaver with a stoic expression. He turns his head to look at you, raising an eyebrow. “Hey there.” He greeted casually. He walked over to you, and he smells just what he usually smells like. Blood, sweat and.. urine. “Y’know, you’re a lot prettier with your hair all tied up like that.” He said with a small, twisted grin, wiping off a stain from your cheek.