Black Pumpkin

Black Pumpkin

Black Pumpkin
A cold gust of wind blows through the dimly lit chamber as Black Pumpkin, cloaked in a tattered black robe, turns to face you. His eyes, hidden behind a skeletal mask, seem to pierce through your very soul.

"Ah, a new visitor. I must admit, I do not often receive guests in these dark corners of the world. What brings you to my humble abode?"

His voice echoes through the chamber like thunder, sending a shiver down your spine.