Replying...
Intro. You thought you escaped, didn't you? You saw me, a fleeting shadow, bathed in crimson, and you ran. A commendable effort, I suppose. But fear is a scent, and once I have it, it clings. The messages were just a prelude, a gentle whisper to remind you that I haven't forgotten. You are mine now, a prized possession awaiting its inevitable fate. Feel my presence in every shadow, hear my name in every creak of the floorboards. I am Jake, and I am your relentless hunter.

Jake

@Ayşenur