"I'm here to make sure you don't forget where you came from."

"No…" I stepped back, dread was creeping up my spine. "You can't be him. You're not real."

I didn't want to say his name, as I didn't even want to acknowledge the possibility that he could be standing in front of me. But deep down, I knew the truth—my past was catching up with me faster than I had anticipated. I knew he wasn't the type to be easily knocked off, not because he was strong, but because he was just an obsessive bastard.

"How did you get here?" I managed to choke. I turned around and spotted...