Jackson did not argue back. He knew that at the current moment, he had no advantage and he was the one that could be killed at any moment in the mansion.

“Sir?” a soft voice rang into Jackson's ears, waking him up from his stupor

Jackson looked up to see who was calling him. The ray of sunshine during the midday made her look angelic causing Jackson to be at a loss for words. He slowly picks up his thoughts.

“How, may I help you, madam?”

The lady fidgets with her hair as she asks for Jackson's number. Jackson was not surprised as this was not the first time someone had asked for his number. But it is the first time a Hound asks for his.

Jackson already plans to give his number to the hound, But he can’t just provide the hound his number for free.

“As much as I want to give my number, to a beautiful lady like you. I can’t just give it to someone I never met before.” Jackson retorted.

“How about this? I’ll spend some time with you for now until you’re done with your coffee. If you feel like there is a spark, you give me your number.”

“That sounds fair enough.” Jackson gestures for her to sit down with him for a drink.

Once Jackson creates a rapport with her, He retreats by telling her He has somewhere to be.

Jackson could only sigh

“How could it be that the only person with great chemistry with me is a Hound from the police department?

Evelyn, I would remember the name for now. I pray that she does not die too fast.”

“Evelyn, did you manage to get the the person contact?”

“Yes, I did Handler. I know we have been chasing, Jack the Ripper for a long time so do not worry too much. I wouldn’t fumble something so simple. He looks like he is interested in me too.”

Hearing What Evelyn said through the transmitter, the Handler just sighed in disbelief and thought to herself. Of course crazy are into crazy.

“If possible plan a date or something to become closer to him, Evelyn.”

Evelyn agrees with her handler and off the transmitter. Before she could contact Jackson her phone rang. She picked it up and saw Jackson's phone number and a message.

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“There is an art museum over the weekend can you make it?”

Evelyn was shocked that Jackson was contacting her so soon. Evelyn thought to herself that, Jackson was too carefree. Either she made the wrong guess or this whole thing is a trap set by Jackson to lower her guard.

Still, Evelyn does not have a choice. She accepts his invitation while preparing for the worst.

Jackson was waiting outside the art museum for Evelyn. He is very confused with his feelings, he wants to enjoy capturing Evelyn but does not like the idea that Elizabeth's trap could harm her. He was pacing around trying to come out with a plan when a hand reached out to him. He turned around and saw a girl wearing all black that contrasted with her pale complexion.

“Sorry, did you wait long?” Evelyn fidgeted with her jet-black hair.

Jackson put her at ease telling her that he just arrive. In contrast, he grabs her hand to lead her inside the museum.

Evelyn was startled at first, but she slowly relaxed her muscles while remaining vigilant for threats.

As Both Evelyn and Jackson progress through the art museum, Evelyn feels more and more confused. She expected Jackson to try to harm her a few times, But she does not even feel any murderous intent.

Although, Jackson was having the time of his life. He never met an opposite gender that could understand him.

They came to a stop at an art piece, they both looked at it intensely. The stroke of black paint contrasts the giant white canvas, with the Title below harmony.

What do you think of this painting Jackson questions Evelyn.

“Well the painting says harmony but to me is like coming to terms with your inner self and accepting that is there from the violent stroke and pattern that is different from his past painting. What about you?”

“Well this reminds me of a Doc, he wants to destroy a certain foundation but he could never fully commit to it. He has something holding him back, something like rationality that is stopping him. Just like this painting, he is in harmony but if you take away his white canvas the black violent stroke just starts to engulf everything else.”

Evelyn was not sure what to make of it, she suddenly felt a cold gaze coming from Jackson. She was ready to fight back if Jackson attempted to harm her. The atmosphere was suffocating for passersby.

Jackson suddenly giggles, Evelyn looks at Jackson with a confused expression.

“Ah, my bad I was talking about an old friend of mine who has passed away.”

Evelyn just nodded but in the back of her mind, she sighed a sense of relief as she was worried if Jackson did anything here with so many passersby. Her job will become five times harder than it’s supposed to be.

“Shall we go to somewhere more secluded to enjoy some quiet time” Jackson proposes as they approach the the exit.

Evelyn nods with a gentle smile on her face. In her mind, she wanted to head somewhere secluded from wandering eyes. She deduces that Jackson is the person that was behind all the missing victims.

“Ain’t this beautiful, the glass painting on the window.” Jackson spoke with a carefree attitude

On the other hand, Evelyn answered in a serious tone. Her voice was laced with blood lust, hinting she was ready to kill Jackson at any moment in the chapel.

Jackson turns toward Evelyn, casually walking toward her. His footsteps echo throughout the white chapel. Each step brings him closer to Evelyn.

The moment Jackson was within arm's reach of Evelyn. She pulls out a Knife to stab Jackson.