Trapped. A shell of a man with no soul. Bitter with envy and scorned by his own betrayals. He lies in wait, for the point of no return approaches… hunting him. Is he hiding from this dark hunter? Or, perhaps, is He the hunter leaving his trail to be tracked? By the throat they now understand what the other seeks. By the hand they walk into eternity.

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