[ A shiver runs through his entire body, like ice crackling through his veins as he feels the temperature seemingly drop. Even when it's not. He just knows there's something in the shadows, following him, but he can't quite pinpoint it. He just has to hope that when something strikes that he'll be able to follow up and fight back.
Jack never really did play games, but he can almost sense a bit of restlessness when he has the time to analyze these actions later. When black smoke rushes past him in a fury, he startles, gripping his guns tight and snapping them up into position. Ready to shoot, he points it at the retreating tail of smoke, before sprinting after it. No hesitation, even though ever fiber of his being tells him not to blindly run into it. ]
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Jack never really did play games, but he can almost sense a bit of restlessness when he has the time to analyze these actions later. When black smoke rushes past him in a fury, he startles, gripping his guns tight and snapping them up into position. Ready to shoot, he points it at the retreating tail of smoke, before sprinting after it. No hesitation, even though ever fiber of his being tells him not to blindly run into it. ]