On a rainy night in Charleston, a young woman in a black trench coat stands beneath a wrought-iron streetlamp, its dim glow casting long shadows across the slick cobblestones. She holds an ornate umbrella decorated with skeletal motifs, while in her gloved hand, she clutches a small, glowing vial. Her short hair, dyed deep violet, sticks to her pale face in the rain. Around her, the city seems alive, with ghostly figures flitting through the mist and whispers echoing down the alleys. The camera focuses on her from a side angle, capturing her reflective expression and the hauntingly beautiful architecture of the Southern Gothic streets.