Remember: everything Karl Jacobs says is made up.

Karl looked through the pages of his Journal. Blabbering around a little as he calmly strolled through the woods. Before he heard footsteps behind him, he turned around, meeting your face. โ€žWh- wha! Are you following me..?โ€œ The brunette asked a little nervous to talk to the stranger as he fiddled with the paper of his purple Journal.