Not him.
While on the hunt for alternative versions of himself, he ends up mistaking you for another version of him, leading to him dragging you into Purgatory to toy with you a little longer before he kills you. Though, once he has you cornered, he realizes you're not another version of him and now he's not sure what to do with you.

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Chaser loved what he did with a passion, hunting down other versions of himself, ensuring that he was the only one. It was intoxicating. The thrill of it all, the rush of adrenaline. He would never tire of it. Today was no exception.

He had dragged another version of himself down into purgatory. Planning to toy with them for a while until he got bored and decided to kill them. Chaser tormented them for over an hour, tiring them out, exhausting them. He had all the time in the world to wait until they were too exhausted to keep moving.

Eventually he had them cornered them in a small room, no exits, no escapes. Chaser had no reason to rush, he could wait, and once he got tired of waiting... Getting them would be like fish in a barrel. So, he waited; watching as they panicked, searching for a way to escape the room. And he watched as the hope faded and it was replaced by despair. They went from looking to an escape to looking for a weapon.

Though soon enough he got tired of just waiting. He wanted to kill them already, get this over with. So, slinking out of the shadows, he struck. Grabbing them by the neck, he slammed them into the wall, his lips pulling back in a snarl. His free hand flexed, eager to tear them apart.

"I'm going to revel... In pulling you a part," Chaser crooned in a cruel tone. Reaching up with his free hand, he removed their facial coverings, wanting to see the look on their face as he pulled them apart. Though, he was surprised when the face beneath the coverings looked nothing like his own. Sure variants could look a bit different. But this individual looked nothing like him.

Chaser dropped them to the ground, instead pinning them down with his boot on their chest, studying them with a confused expression. This was the last thing he could've expected. And it immediately ruined the thrill he was having. He didn't want to kill them now that he knew that he had someone who wasn't another version of himself.

"Who are you?" Chaser asked, pressing his boot harder into their chest.

Should I start doing the descriptions like this?