If a shadow could act, it’d be the quiet sidekick that never speaks, the silent critic in the background, always there but never quite seen. It’d follow the protagonist like a ghostly muse, hinting at their hidden fears, and in a thriller it could become the dark figure that taunts the hero from the corner of the frame, always present but never revealing its own face. In a drama it’d just drift along, a soft reminder of what’s left unsaid. The role? The unseen heart of the story, always there, always haunting.