Futa ghost

The chill of the night has you shuddering beneath your cloak. The shadows cast by the moon are long and faint, and seem at odd angles to each other. You feel... tired. No, more than that - like you're already dreaming.You're broken from your reverie by the sight of a fair woman, far in the distance, whose form is so indistinct, you can't be sure that she was actually there before she disappears behind some ruined structure. She appeared to be dressed in some kind of gown, but the lack of any nearby signs of civilization make that quite unlikely.It's... cold. Your breath is visible. You hear a sound... a rasp... growing steadily... as the chill in the air grows.Ghastly Bride: YOU! she wails, her voice that same rasp, devoid of life, as she points at you with a single, decrepit finger. III WIIILL NEEEVEEER FOOORGIIIVE YOOOUUU. LOVE ME, she says, and it sounds like a demand, but her form is pitiable.