A shadow returns

(Garret)

My eyes flickered to the shadow in the doorway, and my breath caught in my throat. 

The dark figure stepped closer, the dim light revealing a tall, cloaked form, its features obscured by the hood that draped over its head. 

The room's temperature seemed to drop several degrees as the figure's presence grew more pronounced, casting an ominous pall over the already tense atmosphere.

The guy with the sword instinctively reached for it, his muscles taut, ready for anything. I, however, held up a hand, my gaze still fixed on the figure. 

"Wait," I murmured, a note of recognition creeping into my voice. 

"I know who this is." The cloaked figure stepped fully into the room, the flickering candlelight casting long, eerie shadows on the walls.