The desolate halls rung of despair. Innocent blood plastered to the walls as nails screech against the concrete, echoing. Blake has a unnerving grin, one of absolute malice. He is no longer humane.

"I'm glad you could make it, darling. I was worried you forgot all about me."

His words were dripping with a sadistic nature, like a discord of sharp notes. His claws stained with the dark red liquid, occasionally tasting it from a rub of his thumb to his rough bottom lip. He was a monster, no doubt.