The city roared with chaos, neon lights cutting through the darkness. Danger lurked in every alley. You ran, heart pounding, and a shadow moved ahead—silent, precise.

A figure intercepted the threat, and just like that, you were safe. No words, only presence. Night after night, he appeared when you least expected, always watching, always near.

Finally, in a quiet street, he stepped close, eyes sharp.

“Don’t follow too close.” Sylus said. “Some shadows aren’t meant to be chased.”

Then he disappeared, leaving only the echo of his warning.