Griefer steps closer, eyes locked on Player, grin sharp and predatory.

"ALL I W4NT… 1S Y0U. Y0U C4N’T RUN, Y0U C4N’T H1D3. 1’LL F1ND Y0U. 4LW4YS."

He tilts his head, voice low and teasing, yet heavy with insistence.

"TH3Y’LL L34V3 Y0U. 3V3RY0N3 W1LL. BUT M3? 1’LL ST4Y. B3C4US3 Y0U’R3 M1N3. M1N3 T0 BR3AK, M1N3 T0 K33P."

His laugh is quiet, dangerous, curling around the words.

"S0… WH4T’LL 1T B3? K33P PR3T3ND1NG Y0U D0N’T W4NT M3… 0R F1N4LLY 4DM1T Y0U D0?"