The Awakened Shadow

Rain fell in thin silver needles, slicing through the darkness as Kain Obasi sped down Lumino City’s narrow back roads. His motorbike engine wheezed beneath him like it shared his exhaustion. Midnight shifts were always rough, but tonight felt heavier like the air itself was warning him to turn back.

He didn’t listen.

The last delivery of the night dangled just ahead of him, pinned on his cracked phone screen: “Drop-off: Block 17, East Dusk Street.”

A neighborhood most riders avoided after sunset. But Kain needed the money. He always needed the money.

The rain intensified, making the roads glisten like spilled oil. His jacket thin, faded, and no longer waterproof clung to his skin. The cold bit deeper with every mile. He tried to focus on the rhythm of the road, on the familiar hum of the engine, on anything except the dark thoughts creeping at the edges of his mind.

Rent was overdue again.

His landlord had left another warning note.

His phone bill was three days from disconnection.

And his father’s death no matter how long ago still shadowed his every breath.

But Kain pushed through the night the way he always did: with stubbornness, desperation, and a tiny flicker of hope that things might someday get better.

A sharp jolt shook his bike.

Kain swore under his breath. The potholes on East Dusk Street were basically traps for the tired or unlucky. Tonight, he was both.

As he steadied the handlebars, something strange caught the corner of his eye. A flicker like a shadow that wasn’t supposed to be there. It darted across the street in front of him, too fast to be a person, too solid to be smoke.

He blinked.

It was gone.

He clenched his jaw, forcing his heartbeat to slow.

“You’re tired, Kain,” he muttered to himself. “Seeing things. Just finish the delivery.”

He drove on.

The streetlights flickered overhead, struggling against the wind. Lumino was the kind of city that looked alive from a distance glowing towers, moving traffic, endless neon yet close up, it felt like a creature hollowed out by secrets. People disappeared here. Some fled the city. Some simply vanished. And no one talked about it.

Kain had learned long ago to mind his business.

He pulled up to the delivery location: a small convenience store tucked beneath a rusted apartment block. Its flickering sign read EAST DUSK MART, though half the letters had died long ago. Kain killed the engine and swung off the bike.

The rain slowed to a drizzle.

The wind stilled.

Everything became too quiet.

He frowned. Something about the air had shifted, thickened. As if the night itself was holding its breath.

Kain grabbed the package from his bike’s carrier box and headed toward the store’s entrance but froze mid-step.

The world around him… blurred.

It was subtle at first, like heat rippling off asphalt. But then the colors drained from the edges of his vision. The raindrops hanging in the air slowed. The streetlights dimmed. And a faint vibration hummed against his eardrums like an invisible thread pulling at him.

His breath hitched.

Not again.

He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the dizziness away. But when he opened them 

The world was no longer the same.

A man stood in the doorway of the convenience store, holding a gun.

The cashier inside lifted trembling hands.

A scream caught in someone’s throat before it even formed.

Kain staggered backward.

This wasn’t happening.

This couldn’t be happening.

The scene was muted washed in colors that weren’t quite real, like a half-formed dream. The man’s movements were lagged, the edges of his body flickering like a glitch. And worst of all, no one saw Kain. No one reacted to him.

Because they weren’t real.

They weren’t now.

He lifted a shaky hand and waved it in front of the gunman’s face. Nothing.

The scene continued playing out in slow motion.

This was an Echo.

The third one this week.

He watched helplessly as the robbery unfolded the gunman shouting silently, the cashier’s lips moving without sound, a shelf collapsing as a nervous elbow bumped it. Everything felt fluid, fragile, like a projection caught between worlds.

And then

A sound ripped through the vision.

A gunshot.

Sharp, echoing, real.

Kain flinched as the bullet hit the cashier’s shoulder. The man crumpled behind the counter, blood spraying like dark rain. The gunman grabbed cash and bolted out the store door

Passing straight through Kain like mist.

Kain gasped, stumbling backward.

The vision blinked.

Colors rushed back.

The rain resumed its fall.

The neon lights steadied.

The world snapped into place.

Kain stood alone again in the real street, his body trembling from the aftershock.

“No,” he whispered, horrified. “Not again.”

He looked at the store window the real, untouched one. No shattered glass. No injured cashier. No gunman.

Not yet.

“Kain, breathe,” he told himself. “You’ve been seeing things… but they’ve been happening.”

Three Echoes in the past week.

Three pre-crimes he saw in advance.

Three events he dreaded but couldn’t understand.

He checked his phone.

11:57 PM.

The Echo’s robbery happens… now.

Kain rushed to the store door and barged inside. The tiny bell chimed above him.

The cashier looked up, alive, unharmed.

“Hey man,” the cashier said casually. “You here for drop-off?”

Kain raised both palms urgently. “Listen. Someone’s about to rob this place. Any second now. You need to hide. Call the police.”

The cashier stared at him, confused. “Uh… what?”

Kain’s pulse thundered. He scanned the street from the window.

The Echo always happened within minutes. This one

Footsteps pounded outside.

The door slammed open.

A masked man stormed in, gun raised.

The cashier yelped. Kain reacted instinctively.

He shoved the cashier behind the counter and lunged at the gunman. The man fired the shot cracked the air but the bullet hit the ceiling instead of flesh.

They crashed into a shelf, sending instant noodles and canned drinks tumbling everywhere. Kain grabbed the gunman’s wrist, twisting hard. The gun clattered to the floor.

The robber punched Kain across the jaw. Pain exploded through his skull. His vision blurred as he stumbled, but adrenaline kept him standing.

Another swing.

Kain ducked and rammed his shoulder into the robber’s stomach. They slammed into the counter together. The cashier crawled out of the way, panicked and shaking.

Kain’s hands found the robber’s mask. He yanked it.

A scarred, furious face glared back.

The man shoved Kain off and sprinted for the door, empty-handed and limping.

Sirens wailed in the distance someone must have triggered an alarm.

Kain staggered up, chest heaving. The convenience store looked like a storm had torn through it.

The cashier emerged slowly.

“Bro… you you saved my life.”

Kain swallowed hard. His pulse was still shaking. “He’ll try somewhere else now. You should call the police.”

Then he remembered the package still in his hand.

He placed it gently on the counter, his fingers trembling.

“That’s your delivery,” he said weakly.

The cashier didn’t answer. He was too busy staring at Kain like he wasn’t a normal human being at all.

Kain stepped outside.

The rain had finally eased.

But inside him, a new storm churned.

He’d seen the crime minutes before it happened.

And he’d stopped it.

Just like the other incidents he’d seen them all in visions before they occurred.

“What is happening to me?” he whispered.

But no answer came. The only sound was the sirens echoing down the street, coming closer.

Kain turned toward his bike only to spot something chilling across the road.

A black van.

Parked without headlights.

Windows tinted too dark.

A silhouette sat inside.

Watching him.

Kain froze.

The van engine hummed.

Its brake lights flickered.

Then very slowly it began to pull away.

Not rushing.

Not hiding.

Just… noting him.

And leaving.

A cold shiver slid down Kain’s spine.

He didn’t know it yet, but that van belonged to people who had been searching for him for years. People who had hunted others like him. People who knew exactly what he was becoming.

The Echoes weren’t random.

They weren’t accidents.

Something inside Kain had awakened.

And the hunters had finally seen it.