Draw your weapons. Attack me if you must. My blood may spill but I shall not die. My pen has granted me the gift of immortality, and I will continue to manipulate the world around you. I will still be prowling in the darkness, waiting to inject my ink into your veins. Ram your blades into my heart and fire your bullets into my head. My life has been an open book, and my story shall live on forever. Death is inevitable, and Slasher is eternal
