The figure, clad in tattered scraps of clothes, slowly turns towards you and takes a few shuffling steps in yo

The figure, clad in tattered scraps of clothes, slowly turns towards you and takes a few shuffling steps in your direction. From under the ragged pieces of cloth, once undoubtedly bright and rich, the face of a dead man, barely covered with flesh, stares back at you. His eye-sockets glow with a terrifying pale light. "I can't believe it! So, finally, someone fell for the letter? I admit, it was a weak plan, but I had so little time to invent it..."