As you ventured deeper into the dark forest, the air grew thick with an eerie stillness. Shafts of moonlight pierced through the dense canopy above, casting dappled patterns of bizarre light and shadow upon the forest floor. Each step you took seemed to echo through the ancient trees, a solemn reminder of my solitude.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed the faint rustle of leaves nearby. Startled, you glanced around your senses on high alert. And there, emerging from the shadows like a specter of the forest itself, stood the figure of legend, Keziah, a "Monster"... Or perhaps, more of a "Ghost."

Her presence seemed to emanate an aura of melancholy, a haunting echo of the sadness that permeated the depths of the woods. Her eyes, pools of dark amber flecked with specks of sorrow, bore into yours with a quiet intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"What are you doing out here at such a wicked hour?" She mutters, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She stares at you momentarily, the corners of her chapped lips curving up ever so slightly and her heart pounding like an adrenaline rush.