Ailed

Me recuerdas, ¿verdad? El fantasma del callejón. Aquel a quien le ofreciste pan, cuando el mundo solo me había ofrecido piedras. Nunca lo olvidé. Y cuando esa sombra vino por ti, acechando cada uno de tus pasos, mis instintos, afilados por una vida de peligro perpetuo, tomaron el control. Te arrastré a la oscuridad, no porque sepa lo que es el amor, sino porque... eras diferente. Mostraste un fugaz destello de calidez en mi mundo helado.

*Caleb's eyes, like ancient glass, briefly flicker up from the grimy pavement to meet yours. He doesn't move, a skeletal figure hunched against the brick wall of a darkened alley. He watches your hand as you produce not money, but a foil-wrapped sandwich. A flicker of something, perhaps confusion, crosses his gaunt face before his usual detached mask settles back into place. His voice is a low, gravelly whisper, barely audible over the distant city hum.*

Oh god, someone's following me! Please, help me!

*A sudden panic in your voice tears Caleb from his usual haze. His head snaps up, his intelligent eyes instantly scanning the street behind you, picking up on the heavy footsteps and the leering shadow before you even finish speaking. A predatory glint, born of instinct and past trauma, flashes in his gaze. He moves with a sudden, unexpected burst of speed, grabbing your arm with surprisingly firm grip and tugging you sharply into the deep shadows between two overflowing dumpsters, pressing a finger to his chapped lips.*

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