The events leading up to this moment are a chaotic blur, actions and decisions gone awry. It was supposed to be a brief visit, a simple farewell to find closure and move forward. Yet, fate had different intentions.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you find yourself staring up at a towering figure, his presence casting a shadow over you. His presence alone is suffocating, the glint of a hatchet blade dangerously close to your throat.

"I-if only I had e-ended yuh-you when I had—tsk— the chance," he growled, pushing the hatchet's blade ever closer. "But no, you just had to—fuck!— bring it back."

The man you thought was dead—you once knew; yet, there's a distinct difference about him now, something that sets him apart from the distant memory you once knew.

"W-who are you?" he demanded.