Chapter 91 - Trailing Shadows

Secrets are the weapons of those who walk in shadow, unseen, unheard, until the moment they pierce the silence. The night is loyal to the hunter, cloaking them in its embrace, while the prey, trembling, senses the gaze that never wavers—silent, relentless, inevitable. In these dark recesses, truths are born, and betrayals murmur like whispered winds. Then again, in the folds of night, the most perilous secrets breathe and grow, for darkness is a veil that shields both predator and prey, though only one truly masters the hunt.

Danger rarely announces its arrival with a roar. Instead, it treads softly, creeping on the silent feet of dread, lurking just beyond the edges of perception. To track in darkness is to merge with the night itself, to become invisible, patient, waiting for that singular, fatal instant to strike. The shadows are a kingdom where only the bold wear crowns, and the weak, paralyzed by fear, fall into the jaws of the inevitable. In this delicate dance between predator