When the light of the sun fails, when the great curtain of night is drawn across the heavens and not a single star glimmers, what is it that shrieks past your window? What is it that scuttles in the shadows, just out of reach, just out of sight, toying with you? What is it that creeps up behind you, even now; claws outstretched either side of your head to tear it clean off your shoulders?
I have no name. I have no heart, no soul. I am a creature of darkness, raised from the shadows to fight my kindred for the sake of the living. I do not hold court over mercy or reprieve.
I am the darkness.
I am the Shadow Stalker.
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