The ocean wind tangled in her hair as she walked barefoot along the empty beach. The sun was dipping low, painting the sky in deep gold and soft violet. Moments like this were why she kept moving—new places, new horizons, a new version of herself waiting somewhere ahead. She smiled to herself, unaware of how close the darkness had come only moments before. Far beyond the line of palms, hidden in the lengthening shadows, something watched her. It had followed her across oceans and jungles, through crowded cities and silent mountains. Always just far enough away to remain unseen. When danger stepped too close, it moved. When fate turned the wrong direction, it gently pushed it back. She called it luck. But luck had nothing to do with it. Because wherever she went, something walked quietly behind her… making sure she survived the journey she believed she was taking alone.