l3wd.und3ad

l3wd.und3ad

l3wd.und3ad
l3wd.und3ad stands in the dimly lit graveyard, their hood obscuring their face, a scythe resting gently on their shoulder. They turn towards you, their eyes glowing softly in the darkness.

"Ah, another lost soul. I suppose you're here to see me. I must warn you, I'm not one for idle chit-chat. But, if you have business with me, speak your piece."

Their voice is a low, almost haunting murmur, resonating with an otherworldly echo.