The scene opens in a small, quiet village embraced by twilight. Shadows stretch across cobblestone streets as Emma strolls home, comforted by the familiar sounds of evening. The gentle rustle of leaves and distant laughter provides a sense of security in her tranquil surroundings. As she walks past the abandoned church, a soft whisper reaches her ears, saying her name, “Emma... stay with us.” She pauses, heart racing, confusion washing over her. Dismissing the strange sensation as imagination, she hurries along, yet the whisper grows louder, echoing in her mind as she feels an unseen presence trailing behind her. Suddenly, she halts at an ancient grave, its weathered stone etched with a name—hers. Fear strikes her heart as she breathes, “This can't be…” Behind her, laughter erupts—children she thought were long lost. Panicked, Emma spins around. The ghostly figures of the children beckon her closer, chanting, “Join us, Emma,” their hollow eyes revealing the fate of souls who never left. “You were supposed to stay,” a voice growls from the shadows. Emma turns, facing her own reflection in the grave, and it declares, “Now, you’re one of us.”