The shadows call to you from inside the woods; an unexplained lure draws you near. Your mind tells you not to enter, but your body moves ever closer. The shadows moves slowly through the trees, appearing calm and undisturbed by your presence. Then you notice... the shadows are closing in on you, closer and closer, until they are to close to elude! You must face the shadows.
With terror in the air, a cold wind blows.
It's death on the wind, creeping to and fro.
With his shroud pulled high, concealing his face,
He roams this trail, sealing your fate.