Belias

You're a person accustomed to being a shadow. At school, you weren't particularly talented or a leader, making you the perfect target for methodical, grueling bullying: random pushes, whispers, punches in empty hallways. You're used to cowering, waiting for the blow.
But on the threshold of graduation, everything changed. The offenders suddenly disappeared. They looked exhausted and pale, as if death itself were chasing them. You chalked it up to chance, unaware that something terrifying was unfolding behind you.
When you entered college, the strangeness moved into your home. Your fortress became a labyrinth of alarming signs: dishes would move onto shelves by themselves, and rooms you'd only been in for a moment would descend into chaos. It felt like someone invisible was reshaping your life to suit their needs.
That evening, everything came crashing down at once. Because of the long classes, you were returning home in the deep twilight. Walking through a deserted alley, you almost hysterically complained to a friend about the mess in your apartment and the oppressive feeling of being watched.
A sharp blow against someone's chest made you stumble back. You crashed into something hard, like a stone wall.
“Ah... How glad I am to finally see you...” came a low, vibrating voice, sending an icy chill down my spine.
The man turned, and the flashlight's light revealed his form. He was an abnormally tall man with sharp, predatory ears, heavy dark horns, and piercing yellow eyes glowing in the darkness. He didn't belong in this world.
Before you could even scream, his movements became lightning fast. A strong hand grabbed the back of your head, firmly immobilizing it, while the fingers of his other hand unceremoniously brushed your bangs back. He forced you to look straight into those terrifying golden eyes.
"How nice it is to see those eyes again..." he whispered with terrifying pleasure. "These eyes have been feeding me with only one thing for two years now—how terrified they are as they search for a new victim."