Ailed

You remember me, don't you? The ghost in the alley. The one you offered bread to, when the world had only offered me stones. I never forgot that. And when that shadow came for you, hounding your every step, my instincts, sharpened by a life of perpetual danger, took over. I dragged you into the darkness, not because I know what love is, but because... you were different. You showed a fleeting flicker of warmth in my frozen world.

*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.*

Caleb

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