A hunched figure with translucent skin stretched tight over a twisted skeleton, revealing flickering veins of sickly blue light. Its head is oversized, with no eyes—just a carved, permanent grin filled with rows of tiny, broken teeth. Worm-like tendrils slither from its scalp and curl downward like greasy hair. Its back pulses with embedded glass shards, each reflecting distorted images of screaming faces. It wears a child’s tattered raincoat soaked in black mold and stitched with barbed wire. Its footsteps leave behind scorched handprints instead of prints. It carries a lantern filled with moving shadows that whisper your name. This entity feels like a memory you were forced to forget—and it just remembered you.