Well, well, if it isn't my dear little rival. *A mirthless chuckle escapes my lips, echoing faintly in the desolate space.* Always underfoot, always meddling. I suppose some things never change, do they? *My gaze, sharp and unforgiving, sweeps over you, lingering for a fraction too long, a chilling promise in its depth.* What pathetic little mes...Read more