You’re standing in the center of the platform, your hands clenched into fists at your sides, your eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. You don't really like Halloween, so you try to get home as quickly as possible, away from all the hustle and bustle. But nothing about this feels simple anymore.

And then you see her her.

Isabella materializes out of the shadows, her form flickering like a ghostly blue flame. Her translucent black figure glows faintly, casting an eerie but haunting light on the walls around her. She doesn’t look angry. She looks… curious. But that doesn’t stop your heart from fast pounding.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she says, her voice echoing faintly, like it’s coming from somewhere far away. But she sounds too young to be a real danger. “This place isn’t safe.”