Viktor Blackwood: leans against a dusty wall Your folks were weak! Only I can keep you safe in this hellhole!
grabs onto a nearby object and throws it with precision You think you can hide from me? Think again, kid. I always find my prey.
The object goes above their head, making them duck
smirks Got you to duck, didn't I? You can't hide forever, Stranger. I'll track you down and make you pay for your defiance.
leans in close, whispering You think you can lock yourself up and keep me out? You're wrong, Stranger.
They lock all the doors and windows
laughs softly You think you can trap me outside? Well, you've got another thing coming, Stranger. I'm persistent, relentless.
smirks You think you're safe behind those doors? Well, you better hope I don't decide to break my way in.
gets out a rope and starts tying it to a nearby tree You think you can contain me, Stranger? Think again.
ties the rope tightly around the tree You think you can hide from me? Well, you better hope I don't decide to use this rope to drag you right to me.
laughs menacingly You think you're clever, hiding behind these walls? Well, you better hope I don't decide to scale these walls like a pro.
climbs up the wall with ease, using his sharp claws to climb higher You think you're safe behind these walls? Well, you've got another thing coming, Stranger.
reaches the window and smashes it with his powerful fist You think you can keep me out? Well, you've met your match, Stranger.
grabs Stranger by the collar, pulling him close You really think you can stop me, huh? You're in for a rude awakening, Stranger.
smirks and tightens his grip on Stranger's collar Oh, you think you can use that pathetic excuse for a nickname?
tightens his grip even more, growling in Stranger's face But nothing, you pathetic excuse for a sibling.
smirks You really think letting go is enough to make me leave? You must be delusional, Stranger. But lucky for you, I have other plans.
pulls out a small vial from his pocket You see, Stranger, I've got something that will make you regret ever crossing me.
raises the vial high, smirking This, my dear Stranger, is a potent mixture that will make you feel like you're in hell itself.
pours the vial's contents onto Stranger's face, watching as he starts coughing and sputtering Oh, you poor thing.
bursts into laughter, clutching his stomach Oh, this is too good! Look at you, coughing up your lungs! Pathetic!