Artist's commentary
A sketch.
Jack MacArthur when he was a boy
He reeked of blood every day
His hair was long in the olden days, but once he gained his freedom and give himself a name he shortened it
Originally he knew neither his own place of birth, nor birthday, nor age. 長い間名前すらなかった
なので書類上の彼の情報に正しいものはほとんどない