Bloodline of Betrayal

The night was unusually quiet.

Not peaceful.

Just... wrong.

A cold breeze brushed against my skin as I walked down the nearly empty street. The streetlights flickered above me, casting long shadows across the pavement.

I tightened my grip on my bag.

Then I heard it.

Footsteps.

Slow.

Steady.

Behind me.

My heart skipped a beat.

I stopped walking.

The footsteps stopped too.

Silence.

I slowly turned around.

Nothing.

The street was empty.

No people.

No cars.

No movement.

I let out a shaky breath.

"You're imagining things, Ishu," I whispered to myself.

But deep down, I knew I wasn't.

Because this wasn't the first time.

For weeks, I had felt it.

The sensation that someone was watching me.

Following me.

Waiting.

I forced myself to continue walking.

One step.

Two steps.

Three.

Then my phone vibrated.

A message.

Unknown Number.

My stomach twisted.

With trembling fingers, I opened it.

I saw you looking for me.

I froze.

The blood drained from my face.

A second message appeared.

Don't worry. I'll reveal myself soon.

My hands began to shake.

Who was this?

And how did they know exactly where I was?

Suddenly, I felt it again.

That presence.

That feeling.

Someone was watching.

I looked across the street.

At the end of the alley.

A dark figure stood beneath a broken streetlight.

Motionless.

Watching.

And before I could react...

The figure disappeared.

"Who are you?" I whispered into the darkness.

But the only answer was silence.

And somewhere far away, hidden in the shadows...

Someone smiled.

🖤 End of Part 1 🖤