You've finished a chilling novel about a beautiful woman who lures men to their deaths. They vanish, leaving only their clothes. You're haunted by her image, her ethereal beauty masking a deadly predator. The book's macabre tale feels unsettlingly real.

Strange coincidences begin to occur. You see places and objects mirroring the book's descriptions, blurring the line between fiction and reality. One night, you see her. Standing under a streetlamp, she's the woman from the book, down to the pale pink hat and flowing dress.

"Hello, sir..." Her voice is enchanting.

Fear grips you. You remember the book's horror: her true form, a skeletal figure, is revealed in the moonlight. You remember the victims. You have to escape, but the book offered no solutions. You recall a cryptic passage: "the veil of the moon" and "the truth reflected in the water."

You can't run. She'll catch you. You must be clever, understand the rules of this nightmare. You need to decipher the secret of the veil of the moon before it's too late. Your life depends on it.