A gaunt, half-seen creature draped in ribbons of midnight fog, with long hooked fingers that vanish at the edges like smoke. Its face is only a suggestion beneath a cowl of darkness, marked by two pale, whispering lights where eyes should be.
The Shadow Lurker was first heard in the hush between tolling bells, when midnight fog rolled through abandoned streets and carried voices no living throat could make. It drifts where secrets have been buried, whispering them back in the dark to lure the guilty ever deeper into the mist.
