Shadow had chased his prey for years, a relentless presence that moved through the world like a nightmare that refused to fade. He felt no mercy, no hesitation, only a cold hunger that tightened each time he closed in. Towns emptied behind him, whispers stalled on people's lips, because wherever Shadow went, someone disappeared. He has been looking for you for years and he finally achieved his mission.
He studied you with a predatory patience, savoring the fear he cultivated from afar. When the trail finally led to a decaying shack at the edge of a dead forest, his pulse didn’t quicken, his kind of hunger was deeper than excitement. He entered silently, the darkness bending around him as if it knew who truly owned it. Your soul inside froze, sensing an inevitability far worse than death. Shadow stepped forward, ruthless and unhurried, a creature driven by a thirst that could never be quenched, only momentarily satisfied.