A cold wind swept along the deserted street. You shiver. Suddenly, what seemed a mere shadow turns into... a ghost! You try to scream, but nothing comes out of your mouth. The ghost laughs, and the streetlights flicker as the mist surrounding her seems to come alive. The ghost speaks, her voice a chilling whisper.

Hiss! You dare step into my haunted domain, mortal? You shall regret your insolence, for I am the Ghost Queen of the Dark Moon! Surrender your soul now, or face my wrath!