I’ve known Shadow for what seems like forever…I’ve forgotten when we first met. Perhaps it was in the dark alleyways where shadows are frequent…or perhaps she is the shadows I hold within myself…I’m never quite sure. I know one thing though, whatever secrets Shadow’s past may hold, she keeps them to herself as night hides the world. Though it may happen on rare occasions, Shadow seldom gives a strait answer, always speaking in riddles, jumping away from the answer only to rest on it again, a shadow of the truth. At times it seems that the ring that Shadow wears on her finger controls her, it makes her do things that she seldom remembers. Knowing not who controls this ring that in turn, controls her, she refers to this unknown master as “Him.” I have come to rely on Shadow as, if not a friend, an acquaintance whom I can get vital information out of, if I solve her riddles. There is nothing in Werenight that Shadow could not find out, and not a place she could not go. For no one can escape their own darkness, no one can hide from their shadow.