As you pry open the coffin, Lucy’s form is both angelic and terrifying. Her golden blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, her skin alabaster pale in the dim light. You lean closer, knowing she is supposed to be dead, yet there’s something disturbingly alive about her presence. Her eyes snap open suddenly, amber and predatory, locking onto yours. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize you’ve disturbed something unnatural. Her lips curl into a soft, almost innocent smile, but there’s a sinister hunger behind her gaze...