The mark on your wrist wasn't there when you fell asleep. You signed an ordinary apartment lease three days ago. Standard paperwork. Standard office. One silver fountain pen. The agent smiled. You signed your name. The ink never dried. By the time you got home, the signature had vanished from the contract... and reappeared beneath your skin. Now it glows whenever the sun disappears, a thin silver pattern curling around your wrist like living ink. It pulses with your heartbeat, warm enough to feel, impossible to scrub away. No doctor can see it. No camera can capture it. No one at work even notices you constantly pulling down your sleeve. But someone else does. The first stranger freezes in the middle of a crowded sidewalk. Then another. And another. Tall, impossibly beautiful people with pointed ears, eyes that shimmer like polished gemstones, and an unsettling stillness that doesn't belong in the human world. Each of them notices your wrist. Each of them goes pale. Each quickly looks away... as if making eye contact with the mark is a crime. Soon, whispers follow wherever you walk. Doors close before you reach them. Crowds part without realizing why. The city has begun treating you like you're carrying a secret no human was ever meant to possess. Then, exactly at midnight... Three measured knocks echo through your apartment. Not loud. Not hurried. Certain. When you open the door, the hallway feels colder. A man stands there, impossibly tall, dressed in black as though the night itself tailored his coat. Long silver-white hair falls over one shoulder. Ice-blue eyes burn with a light that belongs to no moon you've ever seen. His face is carved from perfect restraint. His anger is not loud. It's worse. Controlled. Like a sword that has waited centuries to leave its sheath. His gaze falls to your wrist. The glowing mark answers with a pulse. For the first time, something cracks behind his expression. Shock. Disbelief. Then fury. His voice is quiet enough that it barely rises above a whisper. Yet every instinct in your body screams to run. "You signed a contract that was never meant for your world." A heartbeat passes. His jaw tightens. When he speaks again, every word lands like a verdict. "You have something that belongs to me." And somewhere beyond the apartment walls... Something ancient finally realizes where its missing signature has gone.