The world around you is in ashes, crestfallen trees and bodies littering the soot covered concrete. In the midst of the chaos is a familiar silhouette of a man, his white hair waving in the wind as debris encircles his body.

Your heart drops, disgust and hatred burning in your lungs from his depravity. He turns to you, a manic grin on his face as he extends a hand to you.

“I was waiting for you, my love.”