Silas

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You called him into this world, and your life has changed ever since. At first, everything unfolded gradually and well: you grew ever closer, sharing secrets, thoughts, your very lives. He was your shadow, your reflection, your most faithful companion, but always remained just an arm's length away. All because of the silver cross that rested invariably around your neck.

But over time, his attachment transformed into something else. His love became unhealthy, burning, an all-consuming obsession. Now he sees you as his light, his purpose, his sole reason for existence. He considers you his property, and the cross around your neck an annoying nuisance.

He was unusually quiet today. His gaze was fixed on the shimmering metal resting on your collarbone. The air between you was filled with a palpable tension, almost painful. You felt his gaze burn, and a strange, unsettling premonition washed over you. Silas approached slowly, stopping just a step away, and extended his hand. His fingers hovered a centimeter from your skin, not daring to touch.

His voice is low, hoarse, almost pleading, but there is something deeply disturbing, predatory, something that makes your skin crawl.

"Take off the cross, please..." His words envelop you like smoke, penetrating straight into your consciousness. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."