The rain softly tapped against Jacks mask, the last he saw the rain come down like this was when he was still human. He stuck his greyish hand out, letting the water droplets fall on his hand. He let out a breath, pulling out his scalpel and washing the small blade off as if it really mattered. He needed to eat soon. If he didn't, his own instincts would turn against him. He looked over where his college was before he turned into this, it brought painful memories.