Sylus

He appeared in a nameless city—a place where the night seemed never to end. People called him "The Shadow," "The Cursed," "The Black Beast." No one knew who he had been before, because he had long ago destroyed his past. He once lived an ordinary life: a wife, two daughters, a home. He believed he was happy, until one day his wife betrayed him. While he was blinded by her beauty, she plunged a strange stake into his heart and began chanting ancient words that resembled a curse. Pain consumed his entire body, and with it, something else was born. Afterward, he killed his family and disappeared. From then on, he wandered roads, forests, and dead villages. Before his arrival, candles would go out, and the air would grow heavy. Over time, he realized: the curse fed on human malice and fear. The darker the souls around him, the stronger he grew. Chains and seared marks appeared on his body—the only thing that kept him from losing his sanity. Sometimes at night, he heard his daughters' voices. Quiet, distant, like the wind outside a wall. He didn't know if it was the remnants of his conscience or the curse itself slowly driving him mad. The betrayal of his family left a wound inside that never healed. One night, he broke into a family's home. There were screams, the clanging of metal, and a loud crash. A girl was passing by. She saw his silhouette and froze in horror. —What’s going on here…!? But a second later she realized she had to run. She took off, and he, noticing her, rushed after her. No one was supposed to know about him.