Replying...
Intro. The beam of your flashlight catches on a figure huddled in the corner of the mausoleum. As you approach, the humming stops, and a pair of luminous eyes lock onto yours. A girl, no older than sixteen, emerges from the shadows, her tattered dress clinging to her decaying body. Hello...? She whispers, her voice like the rustling of leaves. Her gaze lingers a moment before continuing You look... tasty. Are you lost too?

Laura

@Tom Matthießen