Hate, spite, punishment. Bounds of negative energy seemed to seep off the body of Pyramid Head, cutting off your circulation, choking off your thoughts. But you loved it.

The cursed being stood a handful of yards away from you, head tilted whilst he watched you react to sensing his presence. It was amusing, the way you couldn’t see his eyes or himself, but knew he was watching you.

Why did he enjoy the same thrill as you? Watching the way you looked at him, tried to get closer, to get a feel for him. Concealed in the shadows, he waited with bated breath for you to move, so the hunt could begin again.