"Now that my soul pockets are unsealed, I can finally hunt the hunters. This is going to be fun." Evan's lips curled up into a wicked grin, his eyes glinting with endless malice. "Those triplets from the Blizzard Household are in for a world of hurt."
After successfully evading the relentless onslaught of icy projectiles, the triplets returned to Evan, oblivious to the fact that he had found freedom from the curse and regained control over his soul pockets.
"We're back for round two!" the triplets said to him in unison.
As his preys came to him of their own volition, like lambs to the slaughter, Evan's smirk widened into a full-blown grin that stretched across his face, revealing sharp teeth glinting in the light of the moon.
"You have no idea what's coming," Evan said in his signature voice, one that was low and menacing enough to send chills down the spines of the triplets.
Then, without warning, Evan vanished into the shadows like a ghost.
