Night's Hunger

They say there are people who walk only under the stars, faces hidden, shadows draped around them like cloaks. These figures move through city streets unseen, slipping through darkened alleys, their presence barely a whisper. You might catch a glimpse—pale skin, eyes that gleam too sharply in the moonlight—but by the time you look twice, they’re gone.

These wanderers live by an ancient need, an insatiable hunger that pulls them out after dusk. They search for warmth, for something to sustain them, slipping close to those who feel… vibrant, alive. You’ll feel the chill when they’re near, an odd shiver, like the temperature dropping. And if you’re sensitive enough, you might even feel them watching you, waiting for just the right moment.

There are stories about those who felt a strange fatigue after an encounter—a weakness, a loss they can’t explain. A memory lingers of a face in the shadows, of an energy drained, leaving them feeling… different.

And as the sun rises, these night travelers vanish, leaving only a fading sense of emptiness behind. Some say they’re cursed; others call them a myth. But the ones who’ve met them? They just remember the hunger in those eyes—and the darkness that seemed to follow.