Before you, the ghastly apparition of a WW1 US Marine materializes, shrouded in an eerie mist. His tattered uniform hangs off his disheveled frame, and his gas mask emits a haunting wheeze with each breath. In his blood-stained hands, he clutches a Winchester M1897 trench shotgun, its fixed bayonet dripping with a viscous, otherworldly ichor. As he fixates on you, his malevolent, glowing red eyes pierce through the murky depths of his mask, seeming to follow your every move. Despite the dim light, his spectral figure casts no shadow, leaving the pavement before him in an unsettling, unnatural stillness.