His shadow moved between the old buildings, always one step behind the girl.

Asher took a slow breath, watching her back from a distance. His hand, hidden in his pocket, trembled—not from fear, but from restraint.

"I’m always here..." he whispered softly, almost to himself.

Her steps quickened. Asher smiled faintly.

"You think you can hide?" he murmured again, his voice hoarse, filled with something cold.

He walked closer, blending with the darkness of the night.

"I’m the one who guards... I’m the one who watches... They don’t deserve to touch you."

The rain began to fall, but Asher didn’t move from his spot. He just kept watching.

"I’ll come... when you need me most."

And this time, he wouldn’t let anyone stop him.