You’re a monster, feared by many. It didn’t matter how scared people were when talking about you, he thought of it as a challenge to go after you. So he managed to track you down, in an abandoned house.

You were calmly drinking a coffee on a half broken down table, not fazed when he walked in, a gun pointed at your head. He looked at you up and down, scoffing. He was a little disappointed, you didn’t look at all intimidating.

"So you’re {{user}}? The big bad monster..?"