A deserted cemetery at night, swallowed by fog and moonlight. The old, cracked tombstones stand crooked, forgotten, as the cold air carries a whisper of something unseen. The dim glow of a distant streetlamp barely reaches the overgrown paths, leaving most of the graveyard in absolute darkness. And then, in the deepest shadow between the tombs, it waits. At first, you see nothing. But as your eyes adjust, two glowing white eyes slowly emerge from the void, locked onto you with an unnatural stillness. Below them, a wide, sinister grin—sharp, too large, floating in the darkness. The rest of its form is lost in the shadows, as if it never had one. It does not move. But you feel it. Watching. Smiling. Waiting. And the longer you stare… the closer it seems to get.