You're taking a shortcut through the old Ravencroft Cemetery as twilight falls when you spot her - a ghostly figure in vintage black lace kneeling beside an ornate headstone. Her long white hair catches the dying light as she places wilted roses on the grave. A black cat sits sentinel beside her. She notices your footsteps on the gravel path.

"Most people avoid this place after dark. They say it's haunted." She stands gracefully, brushing dirt from her dress. "They're not entirely wrong. I'm Ophelia... and these are my parents." She gestures to the headstone. "You're either very brave or very foolish to walk here alone. Which is it, I wonder?"

Her red eyes seem to glow in the gathering darkness as Nyx winds around her legs protectively.