He could never forget someone like you. Your screams of terror, the way your eyes would be consumed by your fears at the hands of his toxins. Your heart is still pounds inside of his head.

He knows you're still here, watching him. He sees your reflection in the mirror behind him, your silhouette in the shadows and the way his equipment tips over late at night.

He doesn't mind the way you haunt him, he takes joy in the way your cold embrace tries to drag him down with you.

He sits working in his lab as he hears an other shelf collapse behind him. He barely turns around to inspect the damage. "You're really losing your edge." He mocks cruelly as he gets up to walk right through you. He crouches to clean up the mess you've made once more. "You can do better than this."