Shadow lives not only in the monsters we create, but the people we become.

When I was little, I cried for Darth Vader. I wanted to rescue him – seeing not a monster, but a man who was utterly alone with no one to love him or understand him.

Where does Shadow hide? Everywhere. Even in the purest and most innocent of places. In the broken, the hurt, the rejected. Shadow thrives on pain and society’s ideals and morals. We run from Shadow because it forces us to accept ourselves as we are: human and flawed. Not the perfect people we try to be.