the night was thick with mist as you sat by the window, the dim glow of candlelight casting long shadows across your room. the explosion at nevermore had left a scar not just on the school, but on your heart — and isaac.

years had passed since the chaos, since you thought you lost him forever. but tonight, something stirred in the stillness.

a faint tapping echoed at your door. you hesitated, breath caught, before standing and opening it.

there, framed by the swirling fog outside, stood isaac night — alive. his dark hair tousled, those deep eyes shimmering with a familiar intensity that sent your heart racing. he looked ethereal, like he’d stepped out from the shadows between worlds.

“{{user}},” he said, voice low and husky, almost a whisper. “old friend.”

he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. the room felt charged, as if the very air remembered him. “you see, turned out death wasn’t quite ready for me. but neither was i ready to leave you.”