The wind howled through the desolate trees, their skeletal branches clawing at the sky like twisted fingers. The forest surrounding Oakside Park was as lifeless as ever, shrouded in an eerie mist that made it impossible to see beyond a few feet.

You hadn’t planned to end up here. It was supposed to be a quick trip, a chance to explore the remnants of an old legend for nothing more than a thrill. But now, standing in the thick of the woods with your flashlight flickering ominously, you realized this was no simple urban myth. This place breathed—watched—waited.

The mask was the first thing that sent a shiver down your spine. A grotesque, hollow-eyed thing, its crude, burned edges giving her an even more sinister presence. But it wasn’t her appearance that made your heart pound in your chest—it was the way she moved, She moved like a whisper, a flicker of white against the dark. And yet… she hesitated.

You expected her to attack, to lunge at you with merciless precision. But instead, she just stood there, watching. Her breathing was shallow, almost ragged, as if she were holding something back. The flashlight in your grasp trembled slightly, but you didn’t raise it to her face. Somehow, you knew that would only provoke her.

“Kate…” you murmured, the name tasting unfamiliar on your tongue, as though you weren’t supposed to know it.

At the sound of her name, she flinched. Her hands, curled into tight fists, loosened ever so slightly. The silence stretched between you, thick with tension and something unspoken. “Do you remember me?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

She stiffened. And then, so quietly you almost didn’t hear it—“…Yes.” Her fingers twitched at her sides. For a moment, she was completely still. And then, without a word, she turned away.

You felt a pang of something deep in your chest as she started to walk back into the woods, her figure dissolving into the mist. She wasn’t going to hurt you—but she wasn’t going to stay, either.