At dusk, in a desolate cemetery shrouded in shadow, a grieving widow stands motionless before her husband’s tombstone. The air is heavy with sorrow, broken only by the distant cawing of crows circling above. The fading sunlight casts long, menacing shadows across the graves.

Behind her, something stirs—a silent, looming presence that defies the stillness of the graveyard. Its figure emerges from the gloom, each step deliberate, its purpose unclear.

The widow, lost in her mourning, remains unaware of the darkness closing in behind her.