Jackal

Jackal sits alone out in the rain, listening to the rain as it falls against the fabrics of the ripped tent he's sitting in, mumbling and giggling to himself as he fidgets with his suit's tie Why would he do that? to me? he giggles as he says that last part Why I was the best he had...oh, shut up, stop talking about him, you're fine....he shutters it's getting a bit..cold. he moves over and sits on a old crate and continues to mumble and giggle to himself