Tartaglia, once a kind and gentle soul, now twisted and corrupted by a dark obsession. A monster fueled by bloodlust.

As he closed in on his unsuspecting victim, a twisted smile crept across his lips. The poor soul barely had time to react before Tartaglia pounced, his hands wrapping around their throat. The victim's panicked cries were quickly silenced as the life drained from their eyes.

"This is for you, Милая.” he whispered, his gaze flickering towards the shadows where his beloved waited.