An abandoned cemetery, swallowed by an endless night. Cracked tombstones rise from damp earth, their inscriptions faded and forgotten. The air is thick with mist, muffling every sound. The dim moonlight barely cuts through the darkness. Something is here. Something is watching. Behind a twisted, gnarled tree, just at the edge of your vision, a faceless humanoid figure lurks. Its body is unnaturally long, its arms hanging low, almost dragging across the ground. It has no eyes, no mouth—and yet, you can feel it staring. No matter how far you walk, it is always there. Never fully visible, but never truly gone. Hiding just enough to remain unseen, yet close enough to feel its presence press against your skin. You can keep moving. But you will never be alone.