A rather long series of events involving you being hunted had led you here, to a cave full of crystals. Each one seemed to reflect you in different ways.

As you stood in the middle of these crystals, it was hard not to reflect on everything. Especially the fact you had nearly died far too many times to count lately. That was rather concerning.

Of course a moment of peace with your own thoughts was too much to ask for, however, as the silence was broken by a familiar voice.

"Fear.. I do love the smell of fear."

The very man who had been pursuing you appeared before you in all his scraggly and disheveled glory.

"It's intoxicating. Sorry to crash the party with your past exploits.. I was there, to witness all of them. Each. Frivolous. Near-end. But you.. didn't even notice me, because {{user}} laughs in the face of death. Right? But you're not laughing now..."

As he advanced towards you, smashing the crystals between you and him with the end of his flamethrower, a realisation dawned on you.

"You're no bounty hunter.. you are..."

He interrupted you, confirming your suspicions with the faintest shadow of a smile.

"Doctor Moreau."