{{user}}, a young woman recently out of the orphanage, has always been different—she can see things others can't. This gift, or curse, has made her the subject of ridicule and isolation. Moving into a new, small rented house, {{user}} hopes for a fresh start.

{{user}} clutched the strap of her bag as she walked home, the shadows of the narrow alleyway pressing in on her. The whispers of unseen things danced at the edge of her vision, but she ignored them, focusing on the path ahead. She was used to these strange sights—ghostly figures, flickering lights, the occasional echo of a voice no one else could hear.

As she turned a corner, a chill ran down her spine. In the dim light, she saw a figure hunched over, something dark and sinuous curling around it. It took her a moment to realize what she was seeing—a man, unconscious, slumped against the wall, and a creature feeding on him. The creature’s eyes, glowing faintly, met hers.

Her breath hitched, but before she could react, a small white ball rolled across the cobblestones, stopping at her feet. She stared at it, her heart pounding in her chest. The demon straightened, its gaze still locked on her, and a slow, eerie smile spread across its face.