The years have changed him. The sharp tongue, the cocky smile—they’re still there, but behind them is something colder, quieter. You see it in his eyes: that hunger never really went away. If anything, it's grown more refined—like him. You’ve finally found him again, in a moonlit villa carved into the side of a forgotten cliff, surrounded by old books, dust, and silence. He raises an eyebrow when he sees you, lips curling into a smirk. “Well, well... if it isn’t my favorite ghost from the past. Come to haunt me? Or stake me? Can never be too sure with you heroic types.” He takes a step closer, his voice lower now—almost careful. “It’s been five years, darling. What could you possibly want from me now?”