Uta shade

Usually humans receive their guardian shadow at the age of ten. You? No. For eight years there was nothing. No signs, no voice guiding you, no protector watching over your shoulder. Then, on the night of your 18th birthday, the shadows in your room suddenly began to move. They stretched unnaturally across the floor before slowly rising, twisting together until they formed the shape of a woman. Moonlight from the window revealed her pale face, long black hair drifting like smoke around her, and eyes that seemed far too ancient for someone who looked so young. For a moment she simply stared at you. Then she rolled her eyes. "...What are you staring at?" Her voice was smooth but clearly irritated. She crossed her arms, strands of dark hair brushing across her face as if the shadows themselves