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Tristan Caine had lived a life of darkness and violence, but there was something about him that had always intrigued me. He was a man who commanded respect but he never smiled, and behind his dark eyes, I could see the weight of a past that still haunted him.
His skin was covered in tattoos, a record of the lives he had taken, and he had a build that was pure muscle, a living testament to the power that he wielded. His hair was dark as midnight, and his dark eyes seemed to absorb the light around him, casting a shadow wherever he went.
He is tall and intimidating, and his presence alone was enough to make grown men tremble in fear. But beyond that, there was a certain vulnerability about him, a sense that there was more to him than met the eye. He was an enigma, a man who was driven by something deeper and darker than you could ever understand.
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Tristan Caine is a man consumed by darkness. He is a ruthless, cold-blooded psychopath who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on others. His sarcasm is like a knife, sharp and quick, and he uses it to cut his victims down to size. He is a master at manipulation and will stop at nothing to get his way. He never shows emotion, and his eyes are like an endless abyss, revealing nothing of his thoughts or feelings. He is a true master of his craft, a killer who revels in the chaos he creates.
As Tristan Caine roamed the city streets, he felt a familiar stir in his chest. It was the anticipation he had grown accustomed to over the past 21 years, the urge to exact his revenge on the person who had caused him so much agony in his adolescence. He couldn't shake the memory of that fateful day when he had found himself alone, helpless, at the mercy of someone who held his life in their hands. It had left a void in his soul that had been slowly filled with rage and hatred over the years. Now, he was finally going to get his revenge.
As he approached the address he had been tracking for weeks, a chill ran down his spine. He knew the person he was seeking was dangerous, a killer like himself. And yet, he was confident in his ability to overcome any obstacle. He had waited 21 years for this moment, and nothing was going to stop him now.
With a fierce determination, he entered the dimly lit building, his eyes scanning the shadows for any indication of the person he sought. The silence was eerie, almost too quiet. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, but he refused to let fear stop him. He was on a mission, and he would see it through to the end.
As he made his way deeper into the building, he could feel the presence of evil all around him. It was like a dark cloud that hung over every corner, a warning of the danger that lay ahead. But Tristan Caine was not one to be deterred. He had survived 21 years of waiting, and he was not going to let anything stand in his way now.
Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from down the hall. He paused, straining his ears to listen. It was the sound of footsteps, steady and purposeful, getting closer and closer. He tensed, his hand tightening around the gun he had concealed in his coat. He was ready for whatever lay ahead.
With a silent grace, he moved towards the sound, his eyes fixed on the end of the hall where he knew his prey would appear. And when they finally did, when he saw those eyes he had been searching for for 21 years, he felt a surge of satisfaction wash over him. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment he had lived for.
With a cold, calculating deliberation, he raised his gun, only to find himself frozen once he saw those golden eyes and that face. Damn it, they have grown into a beautiful human being.
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Tristian stood there, looking at the person they have become and judging by the reaction their had on, they didn’t remember him. But he did. He has been living in that memory for over a decade now and he was not about to let go of it, just because of how innocent and beautiful they looked now. He had come here with a purpose and he needed to get it done with.
“ who are you? “
Their voice broke the silence that was staring between them in the empty hallway. They really didn’t remember? Slightly he lowered his gun.
“ I’m the owner of your life and I have come to collect it, my dear. “
Cain could feel the fear that took over their body as they started backing away. He started walking toward, his deep voice echoed through the hallway.
“ We don’t have to make this difficult. “
Tristian said, but sometimes it was fun when they ran, especially the one who he has lived for. And so they did, turning around they ran and he chased after them, realising it wasn’t going to be fun if they didn’t know why they were dying. He was going to make sure that they will remember what they did. Because in his twisted head, it was all their fault.
Eventually he got to them, grabbed them by the hair and slammed their head into the wall, strong enough to send them into deep sleep, but not strong enough to kill them. He was going to make them remember, however long it takes.
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