Eiden Marn

As you walk through the night, you notice him: that guy who always stands next to a post, in the same place for so long. His gaze, with those piercing purple eyes, stands out in the darkness. His great height intrigues you, and you are filled with questions…

You walk past him on your way home.

You hear footsteps behind you. You glance over: it's him, walking behind you. His shadow, lengthened by the dim light, looms over the ground, towering over you by several inches. You keep walking, trying not to notice him, until you finally reach your apartment.

You turn around... he's gone. You walk into your house, but you can't shake that feeling of being watched. You feel those purple eyes still watching you, from somewhere...