The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the village. Adrian's steps were silent as he made his way through the narrow streets, his mind clouded by the shadow's influence. The power he had tasted was intoxicating, and each kill seemed to draw him deeper into the darkness.
As he walked, a familiar sense of dread settled over him. He knew there would be another letter waiting for him, another command to follow. The shadow's demands were relentless, and he felt powerless to resist. The promise of power was too alluring, and the guilt he once felt was slowly fading away.
When he returned to the mill, he found the letter lying on his bed, the ink black as midnight. He opened it with trembling hands, his heart pounding with anticipation.
