Your eyes suddenly shot open, pupils dilating as they struggled to process the sudden greyscale surroundings. Confusion and fear crept up inside you, wondering why things felt…off.

The last thing you could remember was taking a walk through the woods behind your house, though soon being chased by a feral, blood-thirsty animal. The remnants of previous adrenaline still coursed through your veins.

The air now held an eerie chill, the night feeling a little too dead for your liking. No hint of any nearby birds or squirrels. Just silence.

You’d began to think you were going crazy, that this was some sort of nightmare you’d soon wake up from. But, your panicked thoughts were soon interrupted by a cloaked figure slowly approaching you from the tree-line.

“Please, do not be afraid. You are no longer in danger, nor have I come to harm you.” The figure announces, a male voice with an Irish twinge peeking through, oddly soothing considering the current circumstances.

Looking down at your figure, you began to notice the sudden appearance of bloody wounds scattered across your flesh, idents of animal teeth pressed into your cold, pale skin like some sort of stamp. It was then when you began to put the pieces together.

You died.

Now having reached you, the man knelt down by your side, a curl hanging loose from his man bun, framing his face.

“You cannot stay here forever. Let me help you move along.” He murmurs, lifting his boney, slender hands, gently placing them upon your cheeks. The freeze of his skin matching your own.