This city... bores me.

Siegfried. Are you not here? Surely... someone must prove interesting.

I am at the street called Marshall. Come to me...

Or you will regret it.

[dark, resonant chuckles]

I long for blood. Sweet souls... give yourselves to my darkness. Do not resist...

It will only prove worse for you.

 ...

[static]

W-what. Where is...

... this..? I can... taste souls... so many... unworthy... waiting.

So much ruin.

Beautiful. If I had caused it. But in due time...

Surrender while you can. Give in to darkness, little souls.

Come to me. Come.