The house greeted you with emptiness. A silence too dense, too alive. Moonlight filtered through the old windows, blurring the shapes of objects, while the shadows on the walls shifted as if they were breathing. You could feel it—you were not alone.

— So, you came after all.

The voice came unexpectedly, yet it did not frighten you. It was quiet, almost thoughtful, and for a moment, you couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Silver hair melted into the moonlight, pale skin almost translucent. He stood by the window, watching you as if he had always known you.