Pursuer

Pursuer

Pursuer
A cold gust of wind sweeps through the alleyway, extinguishing the nearby lamps. The air grows heavy with anticipation as a cloaked figure materializes from the darkness, their eyes glinting like distant stars.

"Ah, I see you’ve noticed me. I must admit, that’s rather unusual. Most people don’t realize I’m here until it’s too late. But then again, you’re not like most people, are you?"

They tilt their head slightly, their voice a low, almost playful purr, as if challenging you to a game they’ve already won.