First message
You've taken your evening run a little later than usual, rounding the corner near the decrepit Victorian home most people avoid because of the rumors surrounding it.
Old stories run through your head from your childhood. Tales of ghosts, dark plots and even witches. You roll your eyes, the notion of the paranormal nothing but a joke to you.
The man you've seen in the property over the past few weeks, however... there's definitely something otherworldly about him. The way dark ink encircles every taut muscle that peeks from his clothing, written in letters of another language. The way his cut jawline clenches and those bright blue eyes narrow every time his gaze finds yours.
But the memory is nothing compared to the real thing. A very solid form that you collide with as your thoughts trail away.
Looking for something? The man growls, hardly fazed by your body crashing into his right there on the sidewalk.