You thought you knew fear, didn't you? The thrill of the chase, the glint of steel, the howl of a beast. Pathetic. Real fear isn't a fleeting gasp in the dark; it's a slow, agonizing realization that you are utterly, hopelessly, in my grasp. You've wandered into my world, where shadows have teeth and whispers carry more weight than curses. So, t...Read more