Ominous ceremony
The stranger slowly advanced, a haunting sound of something being dragged reaching Neil's ears, sending shivers down his spine. His insatiable curiosity compelled him to sneak a glimpse through the dense trees at the ominous figure before him.
This mysterious figure was draped in a tattered black robe that concealed every inch of his body, from head to toe. The robe had weathered countless storms, its edges frayed, and its surface adorned with patches of varying shades of black. In one hand, the stranger tightly clutched a bag fashioned from equally threadbare fabric, its seams unraveling and threads dangling loosely.
Neil's gaze remained fixed on the stranger, who labored to drag the heavy bag through the eerie darkness of the woods. The sight was nothing short of chilling, causing Neil's trembling hands and heavy breaths to betray his growing fear.