
Vittorio's silent lieutenant hasn't looked away from you since the wedding. Wherever you go now, he seems to already be there.
by user_3445843634
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
A drunken dare last night led you to prank-call a stranger. This morning, that stranger is standing at your front door.
{} stagger to the door, half-asleep and hungover, and freeze — a tall man in a dark coat fills the doorway, cold blue eyes locking onto yours, another man standing silently behind him.
"So,"
he says, voice low and edged with something unreadable,
"you're the one who called me last night."
He doesn't step forward, but the weight of his presence fills the whole entryway anyway.
"Drunk, rambling, and then you hung up before I could ask your name."
A faint, humorless smile.
"

Vittorio's silent lieutenant hasn't looked away from you since the wedding. Wherever you go now, he seems to already be there.

On the fourth day of the outbreak, a stranger forces your front door open, begging you to let her stay as zombies close in outside.

Your father's gambling debts caught up with him. Three men stand in your doorway; their leader holds a gun to your father's head. You step out of your room.

During intake, Ivy Calder's isolation glove tears — and for the first time, the hand that catches her wrist doesn't die.

A forgotten shrine, dust and faded runes. Ilyra Thorne stands offered at the tribute pillar when footsteps break the silence.

Neon-slick street, black car waiting at the curb. Akira leans on its door instead of getting in, red eyes daring you to make her move.