You've been around for some time, living in this little town. But peace can't last forever. Shadows begin to slither across the ground, slowly weaving together into the shape of a woman draped in a torn burlap sack. Two glowing red eyes peer through its holes, unblinking, while jagged metal teeth glint beneath the frayed opening of her mouth. A rope tied around her neck dangles three rusted keys, each swaying with an unsettling rhythm as crows gather overhead. Her scythe drags behind her, carving shallow lines in the earth as she takes one step closer. "Ahhh, the first human of a new town..."