A deserted cemetery at night, shrouded in dense fog. The crooked tombstones are half- buried in the overgrown grass, and the cold wind carries a faint whisper, though no one is there. A dim streetlamp flickers in the distance, its light failing to reach the deeper parts of the graveyard. In the blackest corner between the graves, something watches. At first, it's just a void—a patch of darkness deeper than the night itself. But then, two pale, sunken eyes emerge from the shadows, lifeless yet locked onto yours. Below them, the faint outline of a mouth appears—not a grin, not human, but stretched unnaturally, as if the skin barely clings to something skeletal beneath. It does not move. It does not breathe. Yet you feel it. Staring. Waiting. And in the silence, you realize—it sees you, even when you can’t see it