In a gloomy and ominous graveyard, a gaunt young girl hugged her arms, cautiously making her way past one burial mound after another. Her face was a mask of tension, fear, and helplessness.
She wore an ill-fitting, filthy overcoat. Her face, neck, and arms were covered in wounds and healed scars. A bone-chilling, sinister wind blew past, making the girl shiver. She looked around fearfully and timidly called out:
"Is anyone there...?"
In the distance, Zhou Chen gripped his Dream Light and Shadow, hiding behind a burial mound. He frowned as he watched the girl wander alone through the graveyard.
'She doesn't seem like one of the Undead...'
