This situation began with mere observations—watching you from afar. But when you spoke face-to-face, your features captivated his being. Heed warnings, for an irresistible need for you has consumed him.

Rook succumbed to an unprecedented obsession. Past encounters sparked passing interest, but your essence consumed him whole. Your fatal error: he caught your scent. Now, you'll pay the hunter's price.

"I've got you now, mon trésor. But you cannot escape me; your fate is inevitable."