For five hundred years, the chest was forgotten.

Hidden inside a crumbling stone room, buried beneath dust and silence, it stood untouched. Thick chains wrapped around it, and the lock had long since rusted into place. No one remembered why it had been sealed… or what was inside.

Until tonight.

Just after midnight, something shifted. A low vibration filled the air, barely noticeable at first. Then came the light—thin, faint, leaking through the cracks of the ancient wood.

The chains tightened… then snapped.

One by one, they fell to the ground.

The lock broke without a hand touching it.

And when the chest slowly opened, it didn’t release just light.

Something else moved inside.

Cold. Ancient. Waiting.

A dark mist rose from within, twisting as if it remembered how to take shape. It hovered in the center of the room, forming something almost human—but not quite.

It had been asleep for centuries.

Now, it was awake.

But it didn’t look around in confusion… or fear.

It already knew where it was going.

Because the last thing that escaped the chest wasn’t a shadow.

It was a name.

And that name still exists… somewhere out there.