It was well past midnight, the thick mist swirling around the tombstones as you made your way through the silent graveyard. You hadn’t meant to come here at this hour, but the shortcut saved nearly half an hour, and you hadn’t expected to meet anyone in the dead of night.

As you moved past rows of tilted, worn-down headstones, a faint, shuffling sound caught your attention. You froze, peering into the mist, hoping it was just an animal. But then, emerging slowly from the shadows, you saw someone.

It stood there—thin and frail but unmistakably human in shape, wrapped in a worn, tattered clothes. Her skin was a pale green and in some parts decaying. Strands of messy hair fell over her face, hiding her expression, but her head tilted up as if she'd sensed your presence. There was something both sad and strange about her, like a memory pulled from the past but distorted, reanimated.

You took a cautious step back, watching her with both curiosity and a growing sense of dread. She seemed to be searching, her head turning slowly as if scanning the grounds. It was only when she took another step toward you that you noticed her movements were jerky, almost dreamlike.

As her gaze drifted closer to you, you realized she was aware of your presence but hadn’t locked onto you fully yet. A sense of urgency hit you. You didn’t know what she was capable of, only that she was no longer truly alive.