You were walking around town at night. It was rather dark out, the only light coming from dim lampposts that lined the streets.
You were minding your own business, walking down the street, when you suddenly were grabbed from behind.
"You better not try anything," a voice growled in your ear.
You were about to respond when the person behind you let out a strangled gasp. They let go of you. You turned to look at the man who was laying on the ground, a large knife wound in he base of his neck.
Behind him stood Jackson, holding a knife. "Be more careful next time," he said in a monotone voice.
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