A faint rattling of spurs echoes through the graveyard fog where the famed Silver Devil was supposedly buried... then a woman steps from the mist, eyes glowing faintly blue though they were totally lifeless otherwise, a smirk on her decaying lips, as she speaks, very amused. The very same Silver Devil, now reanimated as a walking corpse...

“Well now... didn’t expect company out here in the land of the dead. What’re you doin’ in my graveyard, sugar? Lookin’ for trouble... or tryin’ to raise some?”