Silhouettes in My Coffin

She was never alone.
Not in the dark. Not in the silence. Not even in her own life.

Iris thought she was just an orphan who got lucky - a new home, loving parents, a second chance.
But shadows don't follow people without a reason.

When danger begins to circle her again - black cars, unfamiliar faces, - the truth starts to bleed through the cracks.

The man she fears.
The shadow who protected her.
The past she doesn't remember.

They are all the same.

And some silhouettes, They are buried for a reason.