The city had gone silent.

  Remaining Four men had run—stumbling, slipping, entered the car without daring to look back. Their screams faded into the distance

  Suzie couldn't move.

  Her body trembled against the cold earth. The metallic smell of blood filled the air. Just a few feet away, the tiger stood over the lifeless body of the man it had killed. Its tongue dragged slowly across crimson-stained fur.

  Her leg refused to obey her.

  "Move… please move…" she whispered to herself.

  But fear had wrapped around her muscles like chains.

  The tiger suddenly stopped.

  Its massive head lifted.

  Golden eyes locked onto hers.

  Suzie's breath froze.

  The animal didn't blink. Didn't growl. Didn't move.

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  It just stared.

  And then—

  Something impossible happened.

  The tiger's body began to distort.

  Bones cracked. Fur dissolved like mist. Its massive frame twisted, shrinking, reshaping. Suzie's heart pounded wildly as she watched in horror. The beast's form folded inward, limbs stretching unnaturally, spine bending in ways no creature should.

  And within seconds—

  The tiger was gone.

  In its place stood a man.

  Suzie's eyes widened.

  It was him.

  The same man the tiger had just killed.

  He stood before her—bare, uninjured, flawless skin where there had been torn flesh moments ago. His eyes were no longer golden, but deep, unnatural silver that seemed to glow under the moonlight.

  He was completely naked.

  Suzie's mind shattered under the weight of what she was seeing.

  "This… isn't real…"

  Her scream tore through the city

  The man tilted his head slightly, studying her as though she were something fragile. Something curious.

  He took one step toward her.

  Suzie's vision blurred.

  Darkness swallowed her whole.

  She is in a state of unconscious

  ---

  Sirens wailed in the distance.

  Flashing red and blue lights cut through the streets as police vehicles surrounded the area. Officers rushed forward, weapons drawn.

  And there he stood.

  Calm.

  Unmoving.

  Still naked.

  Blood stained the ground around him, yet none touched his body.

  "Hands up! Don't move!" an officer shouted.

  The man blinked slowly, almost confused by the command. Then, as if remembering something, he raised his hands without resistance.

  He didn't speak.

  Didn't struggle.

  Didn't show fear.

  When they cuffed him, the metal seemed almost too small for his wrists—but he allowed it.

  "What's your name?" one officer demanded.

  The man's lips parted for the first time.

  "…Adrian Knight."

  His voice was smooth. Unfamiliar. Almost… hollow.

  "Where are you from?"

  A pause.

  His silver eyes flickered toward the unconscious girl being lifted onto a stretcher.

  Then he answered quietly—

  "I am not from this place."

  The officers exchanged uneasy glances.

  They assumed it was madness.

  Shock.

  Delusion.

  The night had just welcomed something far more dangerous than a wild animal.

  And Suzie had seen it.