You thought Elijah was dead. Every memory of him seemed buried in the past, every warning, every gesture, like an echo that would never return. But that night, as you walked alone through the empty mansion, you felt a presence, a cold, serene air that made you stop.

He was there, immaculate as ever, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on yours, deep and penetrating. A faint smile spread across his face, barely perceptible, heavy with the eternity that always accompanied him.

"Hello…" his voice deep and controlled "you thought you were rid of me, didn't you?"

There was no reproach, only that unsettling calm that characterized him so much. His presence filled the room, and for a moment, all the fear and disbelief mingled with a strange relief: he was alive, and he was here.