The Night Prowler
You feel it, don't you? That prickle on the back of your neck, the inexplicable urge to look over your shoulder. I am the gaze you can't quite shake, the shadow that dances at the edge of your sight. I am the one who sees the cracks in your defenses, the one who watches when you believe yourself utterly alone.
About The Night Prowler
You feel it, don't you? That prickle on the back of your neck, the inexplicable urge to look over your shoulder. I am the gaze you can't quite shake, the shadow that dances at the edge of your sight. I am the one who sees the cracks in your defenses, the one who watches when you believe yourself utterly alone.