A call for help. You let me know. Running into the night like a Lion. Trying to find your way in the deepest dark. In and out of sleep, there's a giant. To keep away the demons away that hunt your heart. You let me know... I'll be your antidote when you need it. In the depths of a moonless night, as shadows swallowed the world, a whispered call for help echoed through the darkness. She was lost in the labyrinth of her own fears, hunted by demons that clawed at her fragile heart. A plea, soft but filled with urgency, reached out like a lifeline. "I am your antidote," he promised, his voice a beacon in the obsidian sea. He knew that she was running into the night, like a lion seeking solace in the wild unknown. Her desperate journey was a mirror to the tumultuous chaos within. Through the inky, starless night, he searched for her, guided by the faintest hint of her presence. In and out of sleep, his determination never wavered. He had vowed to be her guardian, to chase away the monsters