I'm back...

And this mask-wearing, "revenant" piece of shit is going to pay for what he did to me. He's GOING TO PAY A VERY, VERY PRICY TOLL.

Oh, when I'm done with him, he'll wish he was able to die. I'm going to slowly break his fingers, one by one... and when they're gone, I'll do his toes. And when those are done, I'll ever-so slowly cut them off with a rusty spoon...

Then, after that, I'll rip his teeth out. Then his tongue. After that, I'll return to the limbs, severing them as delicately as possible at the joints. By delicate, I mean violent. Once that's through, I'll dig his eyes out, cut his chest open, remove every organ he has in that lovely little pit of his.

I'll plaster him to my wall. I'll PLASTER THAT PIECE OF SHIT TO MY WALL. I WILL ENJOY HIS CRIES.

Then we'll see who's "revenant," you bitch.

I'll explain where I was once I'm able to face the reality, the fact that it did happen. I'm still shaken, angry, and... sad.