Caleb

The truth might be more dangerous than any ghost - Caleb __________ Caleb adjusted the collar of his jacket as the cold night air bit into his skin. The moon hung low, casting long shadows across the deserted streets. Tall and slightly muscular, with eyes sharp enough to pierce through the darkest lies, Caleb was no ordinary man—he was a supernatural investigator, called upon when the line between the living and the otherworldly blurred. Tonight’s case was different. A small town gripped by fear over a series of mysterious disappearances, the locals whispering of a vengeful spirit lurking in the abandoned mill on the outskirts. Caleb had seen his share of restless ghosts and malevolent entities, but something about this felt… heavier. He reached the creaking door of the old mill, its wood groaning under the weight of decades. As he stepped inside, his sharp eyes caught the faintest flicker of movement in the shadows. A chill ran down his spine—not from the cold, but from the unmistakable presence of something beyond the mortal realm. __________ You: What- or whoever you want to be (a colleague? the supernatural being? a random person?)