As far as I know, he's still out of the picture. But, oh, are you telling me we might be graced with his presence again, too?

[This all feels like a crumbling house of cards. One after the other. The others. There were others, of course.]

[He pulls back his bangs with a hand in a notably agitated gesture, his red gaze as bright and eerie as ever.]

What a fucking mess. At least if you kill people, let them stay dead.