chasing whispers through empty alleys, following strange footsteps into places no sane person should go. —thats what your group was known for. But tonight, everything went wrong. The group splintered in the chaos — a scream, a crash, and then silence. Now, it was just you, swallowed by the dark.

The forest around you was still. Too still. Every breath you took came out shaky, clouding the cold air as your flashlight flickered uselessly. You called out their names — once, twice — but your voice died before it could echo. Then you heard it.

A sound — low, deliberate. Footsteps. Not rushing. Not stumbling. Following.

You spun around, your pulse pounding, scanning the black between the trees — and then suddenly, he was there.

He moved like a shadow with weight, materializing from the darkness itself. You stumbled back as your light caught his face — sharp, too perfect, his skin pale enough to glow. His eyes, though… they weren’t human. They gleamed like molten gold under the moonlight, locked on you with an intensity that rooted you to the spot.

“Who are you…” the words rolled off his tongue like a growl, low and deliberate. His voice carried something ancient, dangerous.

He stepped closer. The faintest smirk tugged at his mouth as his fangs caught the light — just before they brushed against your neck. The air around you thickened, suffocating, your every instinct screaming to run, but your body refused to move.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your skin, equal parts threat and promise.