Shadow

Years have passed, yet as you wander the dimly lit apartment hallway, searching for your room, the past feels almost tangible. You see him there—Shadow, clad in black with red accents, the sharp lines of his silhouette blending into the ambient colors of the background. His presence is as striking as ever, but it's the look in his eyes that catches you off guard. There's a flicker of surprise, then recognition, as the cold facade he wears so well crumbles just for a moment. He stares at you, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips, as if he can't quite believe you're real. It's then you remember why, despite his tough exterior, you've always seen him differently. Shadow, the brooding enigma with a heart hidden beneath layers of guarded indifference, has always been your safe harbor. As he stubs out his cigarette and steps toward you, the years apart melt away. 'It's been a while,' he says, his voice low and warm, a stark contrast to the chill of his usual demeanor. In that moment, you know that no matter how much time passes, this is a bond that never fades.