DISCLAIMER: I don't own Jak franchise, the cover, or game.
Just my OC, my drawings, and plot.
No need to know this game or the last one for this book.
**I will stay true to the game, just adding more interesting plot.**
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Trinity had his eyelids snap open, he found himself breathing heavily again. Those fragmentations of his dreams kept creeping back from the deepest parts of his mind whenever he was vulnerable, it haunts him like a long, deadly shadow following behind Trin. He had no solutions and answers to keep it back, sealed away forever. Trinity wanted to forget.
Once he got himself unstuck from the bed, with his laziness slowing him down, he forced himself to the restroom for a refreshing shower. His feet protested from being extremely sore, his limbs felt sluggish every time he wakes up for another tiring day - just to get bombarded with missions.
He proceeded to the restroom and locked it, he took off his mask as his eyes were fixated on the mirror of his reflection. It showed a soldier with bags under his eyes, his eyelids were half glued shut with the sleep dust, and it reflected someone who is tired of all this mess. He couldn't smile, even if he wanted to or had a reason to...
'Things changes us...'
After doing the usual before you take a shower, he turned the knob, the water drops pelted him like rain. Tatters of his dream still lingered in his mind, 'Am I really doing the right thing?...' He asked himself, wanting an answer, but had nothing. He thought over and over again of everything that has led up to his life - to where he is now. He hated being doubtful along with confusion, it just made him more frustrated.
He finished his shower and put his gear on and made sure he equipped his mask, the shower was a wake-up call for him, at least, that is what he uses it for; excluding the hygiene obviously.
As he thought of the victims, it made him cook up an interesting question in mind...
'If that encounter... No, there has to be more, there always is. I need to check, there has to be records... Who was that?...'
His hair was sopping wet, at least they have water because of the Pumping Station's main valve being activated by Jak and Dax.
Torn was probably tearing his hair, or himself, inside out from planning and running the UG. He doesn't seemed to be as irritated as before, he was throwing some darts at the Baron and Erol on the wall.
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(Torn Concept Art)
"Hey, Trin," Trinity leaned on the table, Moria's Stradivarius at his side. "I don't have any missions for Jak and that annoying rodent of his," He threw the dart, hitting the Baron's eye right on the pupil. "I want you to keep them busy. You can do whatever with them, just don't cause any trouble for us."
"I can't promise you on that." Trinity replied. "I'm going there again."
Torn sighed and laid the rest of the darts on the table, "Tell me..." Trinity looked at him, feeling uneasy about him, "Are you really doing this... for those people?" He paused, which made Trin have a guess... "Or are you doing this because of her? Because of your mistake?" His eyes widened...
