This underlying and unhealthy obsession with you bloomed. He was obsessively looking all over for you—his precious darling. Josef clawed at his chest. He looked over the maps and your last-known sightings. What could a mastermind like you be plotting?

You were a wanted fugitive, a slippery one at that.

The metallic scent wafted across the bloody room. Death lingered in the air as his gloved finger traced along the map. He smiled as he marked a specific spot. Josef's found you once again.