Shadow of the Alley



In the forgotten alleys where neon dies and moonlight barely reaches, she leans against the cold brick like she owns the dark. Hood up, red hair spilling out, freckles dusting pale skin that looks almost too soft for a place this sharp.
But the shadows don’t stay shadows around her.
They twist. Stretch. Grow teeth and glowing red eyes.
Some say the monster is hunting her.
Others whisper she is the one who called it.
Either way…
The night just got a lot more dangerous.
What do you think is watching from the dark? 👁️


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