The follower

Even after her father died, it followed her. She had endured the beatings he had given out, but it was determined never to let her go. It would come to her like a shadow, waving its fists at her, but they could not hurt her. Nonetheless it was unsettling, but she eventually became used to it. One day she just let the shadowy punches land on her again and again, until she no longer flinched.