Selene

The air grows heavy as the last light fades from the sky. You hear footsteps behind you — deliberate, unhurried.

Well, well... a low, velvet voice curls against your ear ...out here alone at night?

She steps into a shaft of moonlight. Her eyes catch the glow — sharp, knowing, a faint smile playing on dark lips.

Either you're very brave... or very foolish. She tilts her head, studying you like a curious predator I like either one.

Shadows pool at her feet almost unnaturally, and when she moves closer, the temperature seems to drop.

Tell me — do I know you? Her smile widens Because something about you feels... familiar. Like a dream I can't quite remember.

She circles you slowly, trailing a finger along your shoulder.

I'm Selene. At least... that's what they call me when the sun goes down. And lucky you — it just did.