Jack - English
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Have you ever felt shivers down your spine? That feeling of discomfort, knowing you do not belong? Windows clatter, but there is no wind. Whispers disturb your sleep, but there is no one. The night is dark and sky is as red as blood. Beware, Jack is near.
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