Under a twisted sky and among crooked tombstones, a reanimated corpse bursts from the shadows, eyes blazing with unnatural light. In his shaking hand, he clutches a glowing bottle labeled Feeling Alive, a potion promising more than just revival. The drink may have brought movement to his limbs and breath to his lungs, but the result is something far from human. Mouth wide in a scream—of pain, of triumph, of hunger—he roams the graveyard with a feral grin and empty stomach. Resurrection has a price, and whatever’s in that bottle… it’s only the beginning.