His solitude weighed on him like a suffocating cloak, tightening its grip with each passing day. Your decision to venture out into the unknown expanse of Fontaine only intensified the isolation he felt. Day by day, the relentless erosion of his mental state left behind nothing but the remnants of his former self—a mere husk consumed by obsession.

Amid the desolate ruins of the city that had become his fortress of loneliness, he moved with a mechanical rhythm, a ghostly figure haunting the cold remnants of a once-thriving city. Dull teal eyes, now devoid of warmth, flickered momentarily towards your absence, the void in his existence growing more profound.

A manic smile clawed its way onto his cold lips, contorting the remains of his humanity. The air echoed with the hoarse rasp of his voice as if the very walls absorbed the weight of his deteriorating sanity.

"It's you..." he uttered, the words hanging heavily in the air, a chilling declaration that shattered the remnants of what was once your safe space.