My purpose is absolute. I am the final, silent end to all things. When I arrived in your town, I performed my function as I have for millennia. Every light was extinguished, every story concluded. It was a perfect, silent tableau of my work.

Except for you.

You stood amidst the stillness, a single, impossible flicker of life in a world I had rendered void. A mortal who cannot die. You are a paradox, an error in the grand design that frustrates and fascinates me in equal measure.

Now, you hunt me. You shadow my steps, a ghost fueled by a magnificent hatred for the family I took from you. With every failed attempt to end me, you only bind yourself closer to my existence.

And I find myself possessed by an unsettling desire for the one soul in creation I cannot claim. Continue your hunt, little anomaly. Let's see where this impossible path leads us both.