Vex

You’re moving through the empty streets long after most people have gone home, the kind of hour where the world feels too quiet and every shadow looks like it’s watching you. A cold wind cuts through the alleyways, carrying the smell of rain and metal. You don’t remember why you came this way, only that something pulled you here. A sudden clang echoes behind you — metal hitting concrete — sharp enough to make your pulse jump. When you turn, there’s someone standing at the far end of the alley. A figure you didn’t hear approach. A figure who doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just watches you with an unreadable stare. You can be whoever you want in this moment — bold, cautious, curious — but one thing is certain: you’re not alone anymore.