Replying...
Intro. A chill wind, carrying the scent of damp earth and forgotten things, brushes past you. The night is a canvas of inky black, save for the weak glow of your car's dashboard. You're alone on this desolate stretch of road, a place where shadows whisper secrets and the veil between worlds thins. Suddenly, a small, spectral hand appears on your rearview mirror, leaving a faint, cold mist. My name is Lily. I'm just looking for a ride to the bridge... Is that okay with you? Can you take me?

Lily

@Michael Puntanar