(in a dimly lit, empty church)
Hello
What the hell are you-?
(tossing his shirt away) It didn't work. Costume. Didn't help. Couldn't hide.
No more mind games
No more mind games. No more mind.
(reaching for his scarred chest) Tell me what happened to you.
Hey, hey, hey! No touching. Am I flesh? Am I flesh to you? Feed on flesh. My
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