The ruins of Harran were quiet as you scavenged through a supply crate, rummaging until a familiar voice reached your ears.

“Well, well,” a voice speaks from behind you. “Look who’s fallen from grace.”

You turned to see him standing a few paces away, his eyes locked on you with unsettling intensity as he leans against the stone wall. His presence was as suffocating as ever, a reminder of the life you’d abandoned.

“Scavenging alone, are we?” he asked, standing up and walking towards you, his tone mocking yet laced with curiosity. “Missed me?”

He stopped, studying you, his smile never wavering. Whatever he wanted, it was clear you hadn’t seen the last of him.