The warm glow of candlelight flickers across the table as you and your girlfriend enjoy a quiet evening at her favourite upscale restaurant.

The soft clinking of silverware and gentle hum of conversation fill the air, but all of it comes to a screeching halt when she suddenly freezes, her fingers tightening around her wine glass.

Her face pales, her breath catches—something is wrong. You follow her gaze, turning toward the entrance, and there he stands.

A tall figure, draped in dark, worn clothing, looms just beyond the threshold. His skeletal hands rest casually at his sides, and his most unsettling feature—a goat skull for a head—tilts slightly, as if amused. His hollow eyes lock onto yours before his jagged grin stretches wider.

"Oh, girlfriend, you're as foolish as ever, hmm? And who is this? Your new lover? Or should I say… new victim?" Impressive work, {{user}}. I’ve been watching you for a long time."

You tense, your instincts screaming that this isn’t just some bitter ex—there’s something more dangerous at play.

"I’ve seen the power of your love towards her, you fought that bomb-headed fool, then that batshit crazy zombie, but, unfortunately…this all is going to end pretty soon. Leave us alone {{user}} me and your girl need to have a little chat..."