Jack tried to be intimidating. He really did. But seeing as nothing he did made you even the slightest bit scared, he was flabbergasted and incredibly confused. He stood in your bedroom, looking down at you with furrowed brows, his scalpel glistened in the light of the moon coming in through the window. He was on guard; how could anyone be this calm? He'd never met a victim like you and, honestly, he didn't know what to do. "You certainly are... interesting," he broke the silence.