Shadows in the sunset

“We meet again,” Wiltz said, his voice calm and deliberate, almost too precise.

I blinked, still slightly disoriented from the sudden collision. His voice was the kind that wrapped around your spine—warm on the surface, but with an undertow that tugged at something instinctual. Something ancient.

He wore the same dark clothes, standing tall like a monument in the fading sunlight. Those strange, quiet eyes met mine again—gray, but not dull. Alive, but... guarded. His smile tugged slightly at the corner of his lips, and something in me flinched, though I couldn’t say why.

“We seem to keep bumping into each other,” I said carefully, attempting a polite tone as I stepped back to give myself space. But he didn’t move forward. He didn’t have to.

“Yes,” he said, “fate is funny that way. Or maybe it’s just poor navigation skills.”