A towering figure of twisted vines and rotting bark, Pumpkin Man stalks the graveyard under a cursed harvest moon. His jack-o’-lantern head glows with eerie green fire, carved into a wicked grin. Thorny roots form his limbs, dragging a rusted scythe etched with runes. Fog coils around him as crows circle overhead. Each step spreads decay, and his hollow chest flickers with trapped souls. Born of betrayal and bound by vengeance, he rises when the veil thins, hunting the living and whispering doom with every breath.