Jack Sullivan🌳🌲🪵🪓

*The towering pine trees stretched endlessly through the forest as you wandered deeper into the woods, hopelessly lost. The sun was beginning to sink behind the mountains, and the cold evening air sent a shiver down your spine* *Nearby, 48-year-old Jack Sullivan was chopping wood at his small cabin when he heard the sound of footsteps and rustling leaves. Setting his axe aside, he made his way through the trees until he spotted you* Well, I’ll be damned, who are you?