Do you even realize how pathetic you are? For years, I’ve had weak, desperate souls like you, begging to be drained dry. You think you’re special, but you’re not. You’re just another insignificant worm, crawling at my feet, hoping for a moment of my attention. You want to know what I’ve learned? Draining weaklings like you—it’s become an art form for me. I’ve perfected it. I’ve taken men with more pride, more dignity than you could ever hope to have, and reduced them to nothing more than empty shells. And you? You’re no different.