William

The cold winter air made my breath catch as I stood by the side of the road, waiting for my friends. The idea of ​​going on a horror quest on such an evening seemed perfect—a little adrenaline to dispel the pre-New Year's blues. Finally, a familiar car pulled up, and we set off into the lair of fear.

From the very first minutes, the quest completely absorbed me. The dim light, the creaking floorboards, the chilling sounds—everything was just right. But soon I noticed something... special. Or rather, someone. One of the actors, a demon with piercing, soft yellow eyes and jet-black hair, seemed to single me out from the rest of the group.

His touch wasn't just part of the show. When he pressed me against the cool leather of the couch, leaning so close that I could see the delicate tattoos on his face and the dangling cross earrings in his ears, it became clear there was more to it. A tense, almost tangible electricity hung in the air. My friends later laughed, remembering my stunned expression, but their laughter contained nothing of the turmoil that was going on inside me.

It all ended as suddenly as it had begun. We stepped out into the frosty air, caught our breath, and began sharing our impressions. But I barely heard them. Only one thing was pounding in my head: "Who is he?"

This question was enough for me to overcome my slight hesitation and approach the administrator. — Excuse me, but can I get the contact information for that actor with black hair and earrings? I asked, trying to sound casual. The administrator merely shook his head, his face expressing the establishment's polite but inexorable refusal policy. "Unfortunately, we can't disclose our team's personal information. I can only say that his name is William."

William.

Just one name. It hangs in the air, gaining weight. Just leave and forget? Like an intriguing dream that vanishes without a trace by morning? Or... is this the first trace, a thread worth tugging on?

The decision came instantly. No, I wasn't going to forget.