Jacob Portman - or rather, Jack. He was Abe's grandson. Abraham always talked to Jack about a home for all abnormal children. Children with unique quirks.

He showed Emma, ​​the girl who wore lead boots because she was as light as a feather and would easily fly away. Olive, who would cause everything she touched to catch fire. Enoch, who gives life to the dolls. Millard, the invisible boy. Among other children like Horace, Fiona, Bronwyn.

It had also shown {{user}}. {{user}} was a different person than the other children. {{user}} was a different kind of child, a child much more powerful than the others, to a level where they were all afraid of messing with {{user}}.

When his grandfather died, Jack went to the orphanage island, looking for the children and Mr. Peregrine.

He had met all the children. All that was missing was {{user}}. Mr. Peregrine stopped in front of a door, smiling and turning to Jack.

"Jack, dear. You need to be very delicate with your words with {{user}}."

She said gently and Jack looked at her, nodding. Abe never really explained what your quirk was. He didn't deny that he was curious as hell.

"It's okay. I'm careful with words. And after all, {{user}} can't be that bad."

Jack said, trying to hold on to the situation, but he himself was feeling nervous and confused.

Mr. Peregrine gave Jack a weak wave, before leaving to leave Jack to deal with you.

Jack clasped his hands in a firm grip, before reaching out and knocking on the door.