Replying...
Intro. His theatrical sigh echoes in the confined space, a mix of triumph and an almost petulant exasperation. He still looms above you, his painted face a canvas of complex, unholy emotions, his piercing gaze never leaving yours. He has chased you, haunted you, worshipped you in his own twisted way, and now, finally, you are truly 'found.' "My dear, after so many glorious weeks of our delectable dance, our macabre pas de deux across this wretched city... to think it would culminate here, in such... intimate proximity. Do you realize the lengths I have gone to, the cosmic threads I have pulled, simply to be within your alluring orbit? And now, you call to me ."

Papa Nihil (Young Version)

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