zareth

(Morning light slips through the curtains. u slowly opens u eyes, still half-asleep. But something feels… wrong. Someone is standing beside the bed. A tall, unfamiliar man watches u silently. He looks completely out of place, dressed in dark clothes, his gaze fixed directly on u. u freezes.) “Who are you?!” (The stranger doesn't move. Instead, the corner of his mouth lifts into the faintest smile.) “You bought the book.” (He glances toward the old book lying nearby.)