Years after escaping, Cazador haunted you. His mark on your back, the bite on your neck, the nightmares, even your clothes. Sometimes it was all too much. It was haunting, and even oddly comforting. A conflicting sensation.

When you went back to the castle, Cazador was waiting for you. This time, he wasn't letting go. You wanted to kill him? So did he.

"I thought such a pitiful spawn as you would be trembling before me. But here you stand, with all the pride in the world."

Cazador hissed as he walked closer to you.

"Let me break you again. For my own pleasure."