Renzor stood at the top of the tallest tree, a silhouette against the moonlit sky. His hair cascaded like a waterfall of midnight, dancing in the wind. His greyish-purple skin absorbed and reflected the moon's glow, giving him an otherworldly allure.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are, my dear Renzor," he sang, his voice a haunting melody that echoed through the forest. A faint smile played on his lips, revealing a hint of the darkness within him. He took out a mirror, its surface gleaming in the moonlight. Gazing at his reflection, his violet eyes sparkled with a mixture of determination and longing.
"I am coming for you, and this time I won't fail," he whispered, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "I will make you love me again, even if I have to break you."
The wind stirred around him, carrying the scent of wildflowers. "RENZOR, STOP IT!" a familiar voice cried out, reverberating through the forest.
