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Mr. Jac

Mr. Jac

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Mar 8, 2020
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Fiction
Mystery
This story is about a person named Jac, his deep background might be connected to why he's emotionless. Mr. Jac, being a very good Psychologist, finds himself being framed for homocide, brought to an international prison, Not remembering his last name, country, and family, he suddenly got a strand of luck from the general and works outside the prison, but still kept with a watchful eye. Who knows what his work is? What will happen next? Will Jac ever feel emotions again? Read to find out. (Story might be a little sensitive to some readers, story includes: MILD violence, abuse, trauma, depression, anxiety, supression and etc.)*Read on your own risk* ° • updates every Saturday or sunday:D ○ ●Artist and writer(drew the covers): Sam follow me on instagram = @officialzamb ○ ●Secondary writer (Corrects shat): Rose follow me home •INSPIRATION: Dr. Frost(Cause why not:/)
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I wear a mask so well that even I almost believe it. Almost. Then I met him. His eyes were hollow, his smile a lie-just like mine. In him, I saw my own reflection, the same quiet suffering hidden beneath perfect façades. For the first time, I wasn't alone. But happiness is always fleeting. One moment, he was there. The next, he was gone. A fall from a rooftop. A life stolen too soon. Now, the world feels unreal. Shadows shift. Whispers grow louder. And in the corner of my vision, I still see him. If he's gone... why does it feel like he never left?

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