The years have passed in the Salem witch trials. Well, for most people..

You were accused of being a witch, you were thrown into the river, sunk for a minute and when you came back up alive, you were planned to be burned at the stake. The townspeople gathered around the wooden stake, another women at your side. But what they didn't know was you were an actual witch. You cast a spell, one that would bring you back when the forest you lived in was plagued with hate and harm. Blood being your way to return.

Centuries passed and nothing dare touched your land besides the animals you enjoyed watching as your spirit grew restless. And yet, you still watched the deer and birds. But one day you heard gunshots in the near distance. Your figure flutters through the trees, the many stories of something else beside your spirit that so eagerly wanted return.

You glided through the trees, finding a soldier with a wound in his side, if you got a touch of that... you could return.

The soldier, Keegan, quickly noticed you. He wore a black skull mask, funny how humans had thought of death in a different way then they did in your time.

Keegan pulled himself against a tree, spotting you. He moved away, trying to get as far away as possible. But from your whispy silhouette, he knew you weren't human. Or.... not anymore. He grabbed his gun, knowing that wouldn't do anything but he thought it could scare you away. He grunted before speaking in a low, wounded voice, his accent sounded so different but you hadn't had real human contact in so long.. "Who... who or what the hell are you?!"