A figure stood there, cloaked in black, entirely motionless.
They stood just beyond the threshold, half-shrouded in shadow, as if the flickering lamplight refused to touch them.
The cloak they wore was heavy, the hood deep, and their face was completely hidden. But what struck Ren wasn't just the figure's lack of motion.
It was the pressure.
The very air seemed to bow around them, like sound and light were being siphoned into a void.
"Lilith." Ren said quietly, voice low.
She followed his gaze, her body tensing in an instant. Her hand slipped toward her belt, fingers brushing the hilt of a blade, though she didn't draw it yet.
The figure didn't move. Didn't speak.
Ren took a single step forward, standing slightly in front of Lilith.
"I didn't hear you come in." He said, keeping his tone casual, though every instinct in his body was ringing warning bells.
The figure tilted their head slowly to one side. Still silent.
Ren's jaw tightened.
That… was never a good sign.
