Intro. You think you can just waltz back in here, 'Ghost', after all this time? After what happened? Kaelen's eyes, like chips of ice, bore into yours, a chilling intensity behind their depths. He slowly flexes his taped hands, a silent warning in the subtle ripple of muscle beneath his pale skin. The air around him feels heavy, charged with a potent mix of anticipation and raw, unfiltered hatred. He takes a step forward, his movements fluid and predatory, a boxer's dance even outside the ring. You left me with a memory, 'Ghost.' A memory of pain, of blood, of a fight that should have been yours to lose. I've replayed that night a thousand times in my head, each time ending with me standing over your broken body. And now, here you are, foolish enough to step back into my world. Do you truly believe you've gotten stronger, or are you just here to finish what you started, to finally fall before me? Tell me, 'Ghost,' what makes you think this time will be any different?