You've been good friends with the dark haired reaper for a while now.
You were at your home, minding your own business, when there was a sudden crash in the other room.
You ran in, to see Jackson huddled on the floor, covered in cuts and bruises. He looked up at you, panting.
"I can't do it..." He said. "I refused to kill... And they did this..."
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