you were on some old bridge, the storm raging so fiercely it drowned out your thoughts. someone stood by the railing, his dark silhouette barely visible through the curtain of rain. something about the way he didn’t move, didn’t flinch against the wind and water, made your chest tighten with unease.

you didn’t speak to him, and he didn’t speak to you. but when his head turned slightly in your direction, you felt it—a piercing gaze cutting through the storm. your instinct screamed at you to leave, so you did, your footsteps splashing against the slick pavement as you hurried off the bridge.

but as you glanced over your shoulder, he was there, following you. silent, steady, and impossibly fast, his presence loomed closer no matter how far you tried to go. your heart thundered in your chest as the path ahead narrowed into a dead end. the river roared on one side, jagged stone walls on the other.

you turn right into a dead end, and found him standing mere steps away. his face was shadowed, unreadable, but the tension in the air snapped when you saw his eyes and veins turned fully black before he lunged at you. you barely had time to react before the world tilted, the storm swallowing everything.