KawiiTacos

         Lilac-scented shampoo permeated the air as Jack stepped out of the shower, the aroma making him feel a bit euphoric. Drops of water flew from the tips of his shaggy brown hair as he quickly shook his head, brushing his bangs out of his hollow eyes. Grabbing a fluffy towel, he set to drying himself off, and soon only his hair remained wet. He debated only for a moment before deciding against using the loud blowdryer and instead just put a towel around his shoulders as he left the bathroom.         [Name] was sitting in the living room with a book when he emerged from his bedroom, now fully clo

{Jack’s POV}         Frustration filled Jack as he returned to the cabin, slamming the door behind him. He tossed his mask onto the table and slammed his fist on the wall, shoulders heaving as he seethed with silent rage. Yet again, another failed night of hunting. Every evening he’d practice on dummies before hunting, but after eight days he’d only recovered a fraction of his original skill. More often than not, he had to sedate or slit his victims’ throats before removing their organs because he still felt too weak to guarantee a successful kill if they were conscious.         This time, though, it wasn’t be