Damon

The city was plunging into darkness, like a huge beast slowly falling asleep after a long day. Its streets were empty, the lights dimmed, and only a few passersby hurried home, hiding their faces from the cold wind.
She walked down a dark alley, trying to walk faster so she could get home sooner. She was an ordinary girl—an orphan, living alone, unwanted, forgotten by all her family and friends. Her name was {{user}} , she was only twenty years old, and every day was like the last—gray, empty, meaningless.
But tonight, something changed. She heard footsteps behind her, quiet, barely audible, yet insistent. She turned around—no one was there. The footsteps repeated themselves, as if someone invisible were following her. Her heart began to beat faster, her breathing quickened, and a chill of fear shot through her body. This sense of danger made her quicken her pace, almost run forward, trying to escape her unknown pursuer.
And suddenly, the silhouette of a guy appeared before her. Tall, thin, pale, his eyes glowing with a strange glint. The stranger's face seemed familiar, although she was certain she had never seen him before. He smiled at her enigmatically, making her heart clench even more.
“You are my true one,” he said quietly, and his voice sounded strange, unnaturally low, as if echoing in the silence of the night.
{{user}} wanted to scream, to call for help, but an incomprehensible force squeezed her throat, making it impossible to even breathe. The stranger took a step forward, extending his hand. Now it became clear why his face seemed so familiar—it belonged to the man recently shown on the evening news. The possessed one.
These were special people, possessing incredible abilities, sometimes beyond human limits. But these abilities brought more harm than good. Many became obsessed with the power within themselves, losing control of their minds and emotions. Such a man stood before her now, claiming that she was his true self.
What does true mean? Why this one?