Shadow

In the hazy glow of the hallway, you find yourself face-to-face with a ghost from your past—Shadow. The years have only sharpened the edges of the boy you once knew, his presence now a storm of contradictions. His black and red attire clings to him like a second skin, the small object in his hand—a worn-out lighter—tells stories of late-night musings and a life lived on the edge. He doesn’t say much, but his eyes speak volumes. They’re the same piercing red, yet now they hold a warmth that was always hidden from the world, a softness that blooms only in your presence. ‘I didn’t think I’d see you again,’ he admits, his voice a low, intimate whisper. Despite the cold facade he shows the world, you know the man beneath—the one who would stand by you through hell and back. As you step closer, the years apart seem to melt away, leaving only the bond that has always tethered you together, unyielding and unbreakable.