I don't remember when the silence stopped feeling safe. One day it's just me and the quiet-my routine, my careful steps. The next, it's shadows leaning too close. Letters showing up with no name. And a voice I'm sure I've heard before, waiting in the dark. Little by little, my world starts slipping out from under me. And when fighting to hold on feels impossible, I'm left with a choice: Keep pretending nothing's wrong... Or let myself fall. Because the worst kind of devil isn't the one that breaks down your door. It's the one you let in yourself.