Shadows In The Night

Viole's footsteps echoed through the deserted alleyway, the only sound breaking the silence of the night. His eyes scanned the rooftops, searching for any sign of movement. The moon cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as though the darkness itself was moving.

He had been walking for hours, trying to clear his head after the strange encounter with the mysterious woman at the old warehouse. Her words still lingered in his mind: "The shadows are stirring, Viole. Be careful."

Suddenly, a faint whisper carried on the wind, sending shivers down his spine. He spun around, but there was no one there.

"Who's there?" Viole called out, his voice low and even.

The whisper seemed to come from all around him, the words indistinguishable. Viole's grip on his katana tightened, his senses on high alert.

A figure emerged from the shadows, its features obscured by a hood. Viole's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities.

"Show yourself," Viole demanded, his katana at the ready.

The figure slowly pulled back its hood, revealing a shocking sight: a young woman with piercing green eyes and jet-black hair. She was eerily familiar, yet Viole couldn't quite place her.

"Who are you?" Viole asked, his voice firm but cautious.

The woman smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Someone who's been waiting for you, Viole," she replied, her voice husky and confident.

Viole's eyes narrowed. "How do you know my name?"

The woman chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, I know a lot more about you than just your name, Viole."