A woman in her late thirties stood in the misty forest, covered in dirt and grime, with a long white shroud. Her face was twisted in anger as she held a long white shroud

The misty forest was a dark and eerie place, with the only light coming from the full moon above. A woman in her late thirties stood there, her face twisted in anger as she held a long, white shroud. Her body was covered in dirt and grime, and her hair hung down to her waist. She looked like she had been living in the woods for years, and it was clear that she had no intention of leaving anytime soon.