A haunting film still: the same captivating 20- year-old woman sits atop a rusty, old-fashioned hearse, its dim headlights casting an eerie glow on the deserted, fog-shrouded cemetery behind her. Her gaze, cast downward, exudes a sense of foreboding as she wears a tattered, black cloak, her blonde locks now tangled and wild. A mischievous glint in her eye seems to revel in the macabre atmosphere, as the crumbling headstones loom like sentinels in the misty veil.

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