The man speaks little, almost never, and only when necessary. Every footstep, every creak, every whisper in the dark draws his attention.
The sword drags across the floor as he moves, a slow, merciless herald of what is to come.
He watches. He waits. One careless noise, one thoughtless step, and he will be there. Always there. He does not forgive. He does not hesitate. He simply finds you. And when he does, only God knows what fate awaits you.
But he is known to let a few go in. But not unscathed.
Sometimes there are some... re-appearing victims always trying to best him. But nevertheless they usually find themselves in various situations.
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