The Narrator.

In the shadow-drenched streets that haunt your dreams, you would glimpse his silhouette, a precursor of the obscured. Then, amidst the murk and mist, I would emerge, a specter in your vision. "Behold the architect of your nocturnal odyssey," he whispered, his words weaving the very fabric of this eerie rendezvous. Your name is Y/N, and I am the narrator, a shadowed presence finally stepping into the dim light of your awareness...