In the dead of the night, under the full moon, a coffin begins to tremble – flashing with an eerie glow from within. A mysterious woman in red, hair as dark as midnight, stands frozen, holding candles, while the man beside her looks terrified, as if waiting for something sinister to unfold. Whispers swirl through the graveyard wind, and something inside is desperate to rise. Whatever is in that coffin is getting ready to make its terrifying entrance.