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----Winter----
---9:30pm---
"It's been awhile since we had gotten any supernatural stuff happening in this neighborhood"
"You're right, I heard there's a new killer out there though, but it can't be the same one we killed right?"
"Obviously, I saw him burn to ashes, that dumbass poured gasoline all over himself and attempted to strike a matchstick, if he hadn't died in that fire than I dont know what will"
"Thats still as crazy as the first time you told me that story, but why didn't you bring his body back?"
"Well it's pretty obvious, I'm Jack, and no one can kill me" Like that opening? I love killing people but I don't really have any skills in killing people, so I normally make stuff up and pretend as if I killed someone just to pop in for an unexpected kill. Now you might be wondering whether all those stuff I said was true, and I'll tell you the truth, absolutely nothing from the first chapter was true and neither was the opening nor my name. I'm not Jack, I could never be like him in a million years. However I am insanely bad at killing, all that build up was just for you to finally realize how much of a trickster I really am and that's why I became the best hitman, not because I kill people the best. It's the ways I trick others into thinking I am the best.