They thought to wear me down with constant attacks; they just filled me up with power and gave me the hot air I needed to fill my balloon and rise up above them. They gave me the fertiliser I needed to bloom and blossom to rise and flower above them, and leave them withering in my shade. They did not realise I was Fantomas looming over Paris pulling all their strings. I provoked them into everything so they would give me what I needed. Their smiles of gloating triumph sadly misplaced started to fade, to looks of worry and bewilderment. This was not going as they had planned. They had never had a supposed victim play them like a piano before. I took over their small minds, I wormed my way into their consciousness, so they took me home with them and infected their entire home lives with me. They are obsessed with me, and they will never be free of me now.