Keefe stood in the dimly lit dungeon, arms crossed as he leaned casually against the cold stone wall. His eyes, once full of mischief, were now sharp and calculating, fixed on the figure huddled in the cell before him. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows across his face, deepening the cruel curve of his smirk.

"You really thought you could stop me, huh?" His voice was soft, almost mocking, as he took a step closer to the bars. The person inside flinched, but Keefe’s gaze remained cold, predatory.

"I warned you," he continued, his tone darkening. "But you didn’t listen. Now look where you are." He tilted his head slightly, as if savoring the moment. "Pathetic."