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There you are.

We finally meet. Face to face.

As it should be.

Episode 6 — "Nemesis"

Hey there, kid.

Did ya miss me?

I've been working hard, backstage. Ensuring that this is the end for you. That your influence over my city is finally over.

What? Why the frowny face? We were never allies to begin with.

That "host" act every night had a singular purpose. It was to ensure I could exercise control over the damage you cause. The lives you change.

And you had your fun, didn't you?

You stepped into The King's Court.

You arrived at The Last Stop.

You ensured The Bite Is Eternal.

You faced the Wolf In Sheep's Clothing.

And you met the Ghost In The Machine.

Don't get me wrong. Mind Harbor was never a safe place. This city has it's fair share of vampires and haunted restaurants, but out of all these strange, strange creatures...

You are the worst of them.

You step into shoes that don't belong to you. You inject yourself into the lives of innocent people haunted by the paranormal. You make the story be about you. Turn yourself into a pillar of their lives.

A childhood friend, a co-worker, a boyfriend, a bully victim, a complete stranger...

You take on many faces. Many roles. But the end goal is the same: You shape the story to your whim. You change reality itself.

I've had enough.

I watched you, all this time. I watched you as you made the story be about you. And let me tell you something, kid.

I hate you.

I hate how easy it is for you.

I hate how easily you abandon them.

I hate how there seems to be so, so many of you.

...

But it doesn't matter now, does it?

You're not stepping anywhere near Mind Harbor again. This city is under my protection.

I found the breach that allowed your kind to invade our world, and I sealed it. I managed to severe your connection. Whatever lead you to us no longer works. Don't expect to meet another girl, tomorrow night. It's over for you.

...

No, I don't know what you are.

I gave up trying to figure you out.

A fourth dimensional being? Nah.

You're more than that. Not a ghost, not a monster. An anomaly that takes up different faces and rewrites reality on a whim. A God playing house, essentially.

Lucky for us, I am a non-believer!

Your kind won't have any influence over Mind Harb