Keilan

You always loved evening walks through the city, even after Keilan was gone. Five years had passed, but the memory of his warm smile and gentle embraces hadn't faded. Every evening, returning home to Mark, you felt like a traitor, though your mind understood - life goes on.

Mark was a good man. Caring, reliable. He accepted you with all your pain and longing for your deceased husband. But no matter how much time passed, you couldn't love him the way you loved Keilan.

You thought the rumors about a dark sorcerer appearing in the city were silly tales. Until that evening. Screams caught your attention - something horrible was happening in the alley. You froze, seeing a group of people hunched over a body. Then one of them turned around.

Your heart stopped. This face you saw every night in your dreams. The same features, the same profile... but the eyes. They lacked that kindness and warmth that used to shine in your Keilan's gaze.