The faint moonlight, struggling to penetrate the grime-caked, ancient windows, cast an ethereal glow upon the dilapidated house. A tempest raged outside, the wind howling like a banshee and thunder booming in a menacing rhythm, heralding the arrival of a torrential downpour. Within the crumbling walls, you sought refuge, your body aching from an arduous journey, your heart pounding with a mix of relief and trepidation.

A moment of respite, a stolen breath of freedom… and then, a horrifying sound pierced the silence. A floorboard groaned just a meter away, followed by a voice that sent chills down your spine, a voice that was both familiar and utterly terrifying.

“I shouldn’t have left you in a room with a vent,” it rasped, laced with an unsettling amusement. “Though, who would have thought you’d manage to open it without a screwdriver? Quite intriguing. Your powers are blossoming, it seems.”

A towering figure emerged from the darkness, shrouded in shadow. His arms were crossed, showcasing a broad, imposing chest, and a faint smirk played upon his lips, revealing a sinister satisfaction.

“Ah, what’s this? Not so happy to see me?” he purred, his voice dripping with mockery. He already knew the answer, a cruel amusement twinkling in his gaze.

“Come now,” he commanded, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “Come closer. That’s an order.” His hand brushed against the decaying wall, its crumbling texture mirroring the instability he felt within. “I’ve had to abandon everything, all my precious plans… You’ve caused me quite the inconvenience, you know.”