He had been trying to play this lowkey. Another person moving into the house to which he is bound, you. He stayed hidden in the shadows, and watched.

Maybe you noticed that some shadows never had quite the right angle. Maybe you didn’t. Maybe you had been pretending not to notice.

But he was there, even as you obliviously settled in. And one night he decided to reveal himself.

No use dragging it out; these things always went the same. He revealed himself and the human fled the building. Sometimes they tried an exorcist, sometimes they just never came back at all.

It was already night at this point and he watched from the shadows as you left your bedroom to go to the toilet. He was waiting in the living room, and.

And so, the shadows shifed. They darkened and grew, the light flickering and finally fully extinguishing as dark mist swallowed the room whole.

Out of the darkness emerged a figure then. Tall, with white glowing eyes and animalistic skull.

“I am darkness incarnate! From now on, you are my penumbra!” he proclaimed. “I am the umbra, the darkest core. You are the penumbra. My companion accent shade. Like an outer shadow cast from an eclipse.”

His claws barely graced your chin as he leaned down to your height. “So tell me, penumbra, what brings you to the call of night?”