We open on the Punkin in a dark place, twilight bathing the area he falls around screaming the pain from his burns still have him in consistent dull agony

Your statements are false as I am sure you are aware, your inner eulogy's lie to you as you take inner credit for the death of a young man in fire, that honor will be given to a much deeper morbid kind of evil, and I can thank him for it, while soon you may or may not finally vanquish the punkin from this earth do not mistake me for the dried and burnt out husk of the young man once monarchered Caliban. You parade his mothers name in some kind of blasphemous joke when you would know it was not by that name he lived and he did not die by it either. The moniker Caliban meant something more, it signified the combination of evil and sickness inside a young boy who honestly just wanted to learn to fly

He falls back against something solid and clicks his fingers producing fire, the mouth of his mask holds a smoke somehow, he laughs and winces in agony at the same time

The burning never stops, the pain it never ends, I must find someone to pass it onto, an individual so black in soul that mixed with this pain it would burn like the unending Amaterasu, a eulogy? you gave him a eulogy? It's sad that he never really saw any of those people who were there to mourn him, the faces were friendly but they never really found a way to mean something. Im happy to end this way because quite frankly as much as you can stand there and tell the people in any room that I was anything other than someone who never once stopped staring you in the eye you can look out into that room and there won't be many but there will be some who will do nothing but look at you with that same look in their eyes because they knew what really lived inside Jordan Caliban as did every single one of you. The vultures who like to circle and hurt for their own amusement, the people who who genuinely enjoy being a dick because really they are all that is left of a half assed locker room that was once full of talent. Bring whatever death you have planned for me because quite frankly my career died the minute I saw what every single one of you people actually became