You don’t remember when it started, but you know it’s always been there. A presence just at the edge of your awareness—never seen, never fully heard, but felt.

At first, it was subtle:

A locked door when you forgot to secure it.

A sudden cold breeze when someone got too close.

A whisper in the back of your mind when you were about to trust the wrong person.

Then, people started disappearing.

The ones who hurt you.

The ones who betrayed you.

The ones who tried to take you away.

One night, you whisper into the darkness: "Who are you?" The response is immediate, a voice that is not a voice, a feeling that is not human:

"Yours."