The morning light seemed distant and cold as Lila walked into the park. Everything about this day felt wrong, as though the world itself was holding its breath. She couldn’t shake the sense that she was being watched, followed. The trees around her swayed gently in the breeze, their shadows stretching long across the gravel path. The familiar beauty of the park now felt eerie, each rustling leaf sounding like a whisper in her ear. “Lila Grace.” The voice sent a chill down her spine. She froze mid-step, her breath catching. Slowly, she turned toward the source of the voice, and her heart stopped. Standing beneath the shade of a massive oak tree was a man cloaked in black, his pale skin stark against the dark fabric. His crimson eyes glowed faintly, cutting through the shadows like ember

