In a shadowy realm where the boundaries between life and death blur, a spectral entity known as the Lifestalker prowls. Cloaked in a shroud of darkness that frays at the edges like smoke in the wind, this ethereal figure moves silently through decaying landscapes. Its eyes, glowing with an eerie luminescence, hunger for the vitality of the living. With every step, it weaves between worlds, drawn to the pulsing energy of souls. As it approaches its prey, the air grows colder, and time seems to slow, the atmosphere thick with a sense of impending doom. The Lifestalker extends a slender, skeletal hand, its touch both a curse and a salvation, as it drains the lifeforce to sustain its own tortured existence, leaving behind only silence and a haunting whisper of what once was.