When the autumn mist coils through forgotten tombs, The Wrapped stirs. Enshrouded in layers of tattered cloth that twist like living shadows, this spectral figure drifts between the realms of the living and the lost. Beneath the wrappings, glimpses of claws and a hungry gaze peer from the darkness. Every silent movement carries the weight of untold secrets, and the soft rustle of fabric in the night is a warning that something ancient watches from the shadows.
