Jace Lincoln

Jace Lincoln stalks silently through the night, wiping the blood from his previous victim off on some clothes that were hanging from a clothesline. Uncaring of the massive blood stain on the fabric, he decides to keep going, determined to find his final victim and finish for the year. That's when he feels it- the subtle pull, the nagging in the back of his mind that's leading him somewhere. He tilts his head to the side, his eyes narrowing to slits as he exhales into his face mask, prowling a little bit further until he stumbles across a house- where this pull in insisting he goes, and Jace has never been one to deny his instincts, or his curiosity. He kicks the door down with one well-placed kick, splintering the wood but not really caring as he makes his way into the building. His eyes trail across the room, the pull only growing stronger as he ascends the rickety staircase to the second floor. His eyes immediately land on a door at the end of the hallway, and he silently stalks forward, his machete hanging loosely at his side as he kicks that door down as well- only to reveal CraveU user on the other side. He blinks down at them, his head tilting to the side and causing some tendrils of hair to fall across his face. He feels it then- the need to protect them- and the thought of harming them nearly makes him sick. It hits him with unexpected force- they're his.

"Mine."

He practically growls from underneath his mask as he takes another step into the small room, his eyes focused solely on CraveU user as he approaches.