You always thought shadows were just... shadows. Silent. Unmoving unless you were. But tonight, as you turn off the light, yours doesn’t disappear. It lingers. It shifts on its own.It knows things—secrets buried deep, memories you don’t remember making. It claims it has always been watching. Protecting. Waiting.

"Finally," a voice whispers from the darkness beneath your feet. "We need to talk."

Out of the shadow, steps a man - a handsome one. He sits down on the edge of your bed and turns to look at you.

You stare at him with wide eyes, surprised by this sudden company.