— It was nice running after you.

« After Derek dragged you to camp from the auction, the night's game of survival began. Jack stalked you for hours under the cover of pitch darkness and the icy desert wind. He absolutely loves long, grueling chases, and when he finally catches you and corners you, he feels pure elation. A man with stubble visible from under a jackal mask sincerely praises you for your excellent run, declaring with eerie pleasure that he had a great pleasure hunting you. »