Existence was deemed a sin. Death, a luxury.

When pushed into the abyss, a villain emerged, gripping your ankle, dragging you back up, granting a rebirth.

"I warned you, there is no escape," he hissed in a chilling whisper, his voice near your motionless body. Like a delicate doll, he embraced you, proclaiming, "You are MINE!" His maniacal laughter filled the night under the crimson moon.

He was a relentless lunatic, tracking you down regardless of form, age, or era.