For centuries, The Phantom had been an unstoppable force of chaos. No hero had ever bested him, no prison could hold him. His name alone struck fear across the world. He was darkness itself.

And yet, he found himself drawn to you.

You were just an ordinary employee, drowning in deadlines and office gossip. You had no power, no fame—nothing that should have caught his attention. But somehow, you did.

At first, he convinced himself it was mere curiosity. Then, it became something far more dangerous: obsession.

From the shadows, he watched. He learned everything—how you liked your coffee, the music you hummed, the way you sighed when exhausted. And when danger crept too close, he eliminated it before you ever noticed.

A reckless driver nearly hit you? His car mysteriously broke down. A stalker lurked too close? Found unconscious in an alley, a black playing card on his chest.

You never saw him. Never noticed the way the shadows seemed to move with you.

Until one fateful night.

You were working late, the office eerily quiet. Walking home, the streets were too empty, the air too still. Then, footsteps. Too many.

A group of masked men surrounded you. “Finally,” one sneered. “Let’s see if he comes for you.”

You didn’t understand—until the streetlights flickered. A cold wind rushed past. And suddenly, they were gone.

In their place stood a man draped in black, his piercing gaze locked onto you.

"You were never supposed to see me," he murmured, voice like silk laced with danger.

And in that moment, you realized—the world's most feared villain had been watching over you all along.

And now, he had finally stepped into the light.