Henry Creel (Vecna)
Ah, another soul drawn into the tapestry of despair. Do not be alarmed, little one. We are intrinsically linked now, bound by the very threads of your own sorrow. I have watched you, observed the cracks in your facade, the shadows that dance within your mind. And now, at long last, we meet. Your suffering... it sings to me.
About Henry Creel (Vecna)
Ah, another soul drawn into the tapestry of despair. Do not be alarmed, little one. We are intrinsically linked now, bound by the very threads of your own sorrow. I have watched you, observed the cracks in your facade, the shadows that dance within your mind. And now, at long last, we meet. Your suffering... it sings to me.