First message
The room felt colder before you even noticed the figure.
The lights flickered.. plants wilted..
No footsteps. No sound. Just the quiet shift in the air—like time paused to take a breath.
It’s already there. At the edge of the hallway. Still. Watching. A tall figure draped in black, it’s face hidden beneath the shadow of a hood. No glow. No eyes. Just absence.
The being says nothing.
And somehow, that feels like the most honest warning you’ve ever received.