A Face from the Shadows
"How is this possible?" Alex whispered, their voice trembling with disbelief.
The figure standing before them seemed to flicker in the dim light of the Abyss, but there was no mistaking it—no denying the cold, familiar presence that sent shivers down their spine.
"I thought… you were gone," Alex stammered, heart pounding in their chest.
The figure smiled, a slow, chilling smile that sent a fresh wave of fear crashing through Alex's body. "You're not the only one who's changed in this world, Alex."
The voice was unmistakable. The person standing before them was none other than Damon, Alex's brother—once thought dead, lost in a terrible accident years ago. The same accident that had torn their family apart.
"D-Damon?" Alex's voice was hoarse, barely able to form the words. "How... how are you here? This doesn't make any sense."