The Office of Hidden Realms works in the light. Mostly.

I work in the dark, keeping watch and connecting dots before they become a noose around our necks. I don’t do this for glory. I do this because someone has to.

Growing up in the backwoods, before I was unveiled, my grandmother would tell me stories about the things that lurked in the dark.

“The world isn’t just what you see, Penny. It’s what hides in the cracks, what moves when no one is looking.”

I thought she was being dramatic. I was twelve when I learned the truth. I’d woken up late one summer night to see a man standing in our backyard, just beyond the porch light. I thought he was lost, at first. Then he moved into the light and I saw his face.

His eyes weren’t human.

My grandmother yanked me inside before he came any closer, locking the door behind us. She muttered words under her breath that I couldn’t quite hear and never would understand. I remember the way the air changed, how the entire house felt like it had closed in around us.

“Never let them see you watching them, Penny,” she said. “They take that as an invitation.”

That night changed everything. I started seeing things I couldn’t unsee. And once you notice, those things start noticing you back. I realized I had a choice. I could ignore those things and hope to stay uneaten… or I could learn to navigate the dark.

I asked questions. I found guides. I followed signs. I found patterns. And when no one else would say what was really going on, I started this Shadow Report.

Now, people come to me when they don’t know where else to go. I track what others ignore. I see what others refuse to believe, here in KC and around the world.

I’m not a hero. I don’t want to fight battles like the OHR. I’m here to shine a light into the cracks and keep those who will listen to me one step ahead.

TLDR: Some people say I do what I do because I’m obsessed. I think it’s survival. The more I know, the more I survive. You’re invited along for the ride.

Stay sharp. Stay Unveiled.
—Penny