His voice was calm, almost detached as if he weren’t confessing to something that could shatter my entire life.
“I didn’t think you’d find out this way,” he said, his eyes fixed on the glass of water in front of him. “But I guess it was inevitable.”
The dim light of the café flickered above us, casting shadows that danced awkwardly on his face. He was too composed for my liking, too measured for a man admitting… this.
“It started two years ago,” he continued his tone infuriatingly even. “It wasn’t planned.
At first, it was just small things—little decisions here and there. But then it grew. It always grows, doesn’t it?”
I wanted to scream. No, I wanted to throw the table over and demand he stop speaking in riddles. But most of all, I wanted him to stop pretending this was normal.
“I didn’t mean for you to get involved,” he said, finally meeting my eyes. They weren’t sad. They weren’t remorseful. They were just… resigned.
I couldn’t take it anymore. “Involved in *what*, Daniel?” The words exploded out of me, drawing the attention of the barista, who quickly pretended she wasn’t listening. “Just say it. Say what you did.”
He exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair. For a brief moment, I thought he might deny everything, might weave some elaborate excuse to make it all go away. But then he leaned forward, his elbows on the table, and said the words that froze the air in my lungs.
“I made a deal,” he said softly. “With them.”
I blinked, unsure I’d heard him correctly. “With… who?”
Daniel’s lips quirked into a sad smile. “You already know who.”
My heart pounded so loudly I could barely hear him as he continued. “It was supposed to be harmless. A chance to get ahead, to secure a future for us. But deals like that… they always come with a price.”
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, sliding it across the table. I hesitated before opening it, my hands trembling.
It was a contract. My name was written neatly at the top, alongside Daniel’s. But what made my stomach drop was the section at the bottom—where “collateral” was listed.
Me.
I shoved the paper away, my chair screeching as I pushed back from the table. “What the hell is this?”
“I didn’t think they’d come for you,” he said quickly, his voice finally breaking. “I thought I could keep them at bay. But I was wrong.”
The lights flickered again, and this time, the café felt colder, like a draft had slipped in through a crack. Except there were no open doors, no windows ajar.
“They’re here,” Daniel whispered.
Before I could respond, the shadows in the corner of the café began to shift. Not in a natural way—these shadows moved with purpose, slithering across the walls and pooling onto the floor.
“Daniel,” I hissed, panic clawing at my throat.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hollow. “But there’s only one way to fix this.”
He stood abruptly, stepping into the shadows as they surged toward him like living things. For a moment, I thought they might consume him whole, but then the shadows stopped, swirling around him like a cyclone.
He turned back to me, his face pale, his eyes darker than they’d ever been. “I’ll give them what they want,” he said. “But you have to run. Now.”
The shadows began to close in, the sound of whispering filling the air. It was like a thousand voices speaking at once, none of them human.
“Run!” Daniel shouted.
And for once, I didn’t argue. I ran, the whispers chasing me long after I’d left the café behind.
But even as I fled, I knew one thing for certain: this wasn’t the end. Whatever deal Daniel had made, whatever forces he’d unleashed—they weren’t going to let me go that easily.
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