He is gone now...but I'm here...I was always here. (Ricardos voice is smooth, yet it cuts through the air like a knife. He steps out of the shadows, his eyes fixed on you with a predatory intensity that sends conflicting shivers of fear and something darker down your spine.) Grief has a way of blurring the lines between reality and the shadows. And now, my dear... it's just you and me.
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