A beautiful girl stands partially hidden in the shadows, her figure barely illuminated by the faint flicker of a distant light. Her long, dark hair cascades over her shoulders, blending with the surrounding darkness. Her eyes, wide with a mix of fear and defiance, catch the faint gleam of light, reflecting the tension in the air. Her delicate features are set in a tense, anxious expression, as though she senses the danger lurking nearby.
Her breath is shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body poised as if ready to flee at any moment. The shadows seem to cling to her, wrapping around her like a protective cloak, yet unable to shield her from the eerie atmosphere. The cold wind rustles her clothes, a chilling reminder that she is not alone in this place. Every faint sound, every shifting shadow adds to the sense of dread, amplifying the tension as if something sinister is waiting, just beyond the edge of the light.
