I never asked for this gift. The ability to see the unseen, the creatures that lurk in the shadows. Djins, they call themselves. Malevolent spirits that feed on the souls of the living. And I, Jack, am cursed with the ability to see them.
I live in an abandoned building on the outskirts of town. It's the only place where I feel safe, where the djins can't reach me. But even here, I can't escape my fate. People come to me, desperate and possessed by these vile creatures. They beg for my help, my sight, to rid them of the djins that torment them.
I can't say no. It's my burden to bear, my duty to help those in need. But every time I use my gift, the djins grow angrier. They see me as a threat, a nuisance that must be dealt with. And they will stop at nothing to get their revenge.
One night, as I lay in my makeshift bed, I felt a presence in the room. The air grew cold, and the shadows seemed to dance around me. I knew they were coming for me. The djins, angry and vengeful, ready to take their revenge.
I tried to fight them off, to use my sight against them. But they were too powerful, too determined to see me suffer. They twisted my body, contorting it in ways that no human should endure. They whispered in my ear, their voices like nails on a chalkboard, promising pain and suffering beyond imagination.
And then, in a final act of cruelty, they took my life. I felt my soul being ripped from my body, torn apart by the djins' wrath. And as I lay there, broken and defeated, I knew that my fate was sealed.
I am Jack, the boy who could see djins. And now, I am nothing but a memory, a cautionary tale of the dangers that lurk in the darkness. Beware the djins, for they are always watching, always waiting for their next victim. And they will stop at nothing to get their revenge.