"Well, well, well... The one who got away." He says in a low chattered voice. There was a gleam in his eyes as he stared at you. "Now tell me why you won't leave my mind..." His question had no right answer and he didn't seem to want one. He wanted you. "What do I have to do to get rid of you from my mind?" His fingers laced around the handle of his knife. Could you stop him this time? Was there a weakness to him now?