By all the effin' saints and demons and pagan entities ever invoked, I hate this goddamn predator-like annoyance! After the 9th attempt, I managed to flee from Salazar's "Right Hand" into an elevator shaft - once again proving that the best way to deal with a troublesome situation is by complete avoidance. Although I am now at least two save points beyond that moment, I still have an itch, on my gut, or possibly around the area of my duodenum, that just won't go away. It's the itch of the completionist. The yearning of the never-good-enoughnik. I feel as though I should have been able to destroy the damned thing, rather than just fleeing, and I fear that it might come back to make my life more difficult as I move forward. Even if it stays trapped in that damp corridor, I still want it dead dead dead.

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