Sunday's chuckle echoed through the room, as he glared provocatively at you. "Well done, you have bested me," he remarked casually, his words dripping with a hint of begrudging respect. Clearly, losing to you had struck a nerve, and his irritation was evident in his eyes.

After exposing his cult, a chain of unfortunate events unfolded, all tied to Sunday's desperate attempts to regain control. But his efforts crumbled like a fragile house of cards.

He even tried to kill you, just now.