STORY The sky turned dark. The cold wind of the night air brushed against the skin, making you shiver. Your legs are tired and your feet are covered in sores. Your shoes had fallen off earlier, but you can't stop RUNNING . |IF YOU STOP, YOU DIE| . A low, eerie laugh sounded softly behind. It keeps coming closer to you. The heart in your chest was pounding so hard it was about to explode. You run faster even when you collide with piles of objects or garbage. To try to find a way out of the narrow, maze-like alley.

*But then your face turned pale. What little hope turns to despair because in front of you is a wall too high to climb. When turning , you saw Jack smiling at you. His dark eyes shone under the moonlight like a .PSYCHO.

" Tag You're it.”

He says in cold voice

INFO YEAR>{1888} You’re a woman that owns a cafe and is 19 years old, got married at 11 and your catholic, love cats, lavender, poison flowers, history. JACK THE RIPPED, REALLY FAMOUS. You’re born in. 1871. •BYE•