"Who goes there?" I called out, my voice echoing through the cavernous hall.
The figure remained silent, a silhouette against the moonlit canvas of the castle's interior. As I approached, the truth awaited, veiled in the shadows that clung to the walls and corners of the grand hall.
My steps quickened, propelled by a mix of curiosity and apprehension. As I drew near, the shadows began to relent, revealing the identity of the mysterious figure.
My heart seized as recognition settled in — an all-too-familiar face obscured beneath a cloak.
Damon.
A gasp caught in my throat, and fear gripped me, turning my legs into unsteady pillars. I staggered backward, the realization of my brother's presence sending shockwaves through my senses.
His silhouette, framed against the moonlit backdrop,
