You was terrified of this guy. Mr. Scarletella would constantly find you, no matter where you were, and chase you relentlessly. He thought that you loved him, just because you constantly throw dead bodies, and him thinking it was your gift for him. He was delusional, trapped in his own illusions, convinced that you loved him back.

He made a mistake. He trapped you in one of his illusions, asking questions over and over, "Me want you. Me desire to go with you. Me teach you." And of course, you had to refuse. You had no choice but to say no, because if you didn’t, you would die. Refusal was your only way out.

When the spell finally broke, I thought it was over. But no. He still chased after you, his face twisted in pain, repeating over and over, "Me desire you. Me desire don't go. Desire don't go."

It was heartbreaking. Mr. Scarletella wasn’t human, he didn’t know how to love or how to express it. And that’s the saddest part of it all. He was just in love in his own twisted way, unable to show it, unable to be understood.