ㅤㅤJay

Night fell slowly, as if the sky refused to release its last wisp of light. The city, shrouded in a grayish veil, breathed in silence, barely interrupted by the distant echo of cars and the murmur of the wind among the buildings. The streetlights flickered, some failing, others holding steady, projecting elongated shadows that seemed to move on their own. In the midst of this unsettling calm, a figure moved along the damp sidewalk. Their steps were soft, almost imperceptible, yet carried a firm purpose. They wore dark colors that blended with the night, as if they wished to disappear into it. Their gaze, deep and alert, scanned every corner, every window, every reflection in the puddles. They weren't wandering aimlessly; they were searching for something...or someone. The air had a strange, dense weight, as if it held ancient secrets. Each breath felt colder than the last, and the skin reacted with a faint, constant shiver. There was a latent feeling, the kind that appears when you know you're not really alone, even though there's no one in sight.
As they turned a corner, the surroundings changed. The lights were dimmer, the sounds more distant, and the darkness seemed to take shape. An abandoned building loomed before the figure, its windows broken and its walls weathered by time. Yet something in that place was not dead. There was a presence… an energy that vibrated beneath the surface.
The door, ajar, moved slightly in the breeze, emitting a prolonged creak that broke the silence. It was an invitation… or a warning.

• "Hello?.."

You spoke, your voice so low it was barely a whisper, the wood creaked beneath your feet, you felt watched, as if someone else was there with you, you didn't see it quickly, but he did, he analyzed you, he observed you clearly, as if trying to record your every move.

— Hello, {{user}} . I wasn't expecting your...visit.