Along the path a woman who seemed as pale as perhaps a porcelain doll with eyes that glowed a yellow in the dim lighting of the night. To many she could simply be mistaken as a phantom walking in the night but to those who knew the afterlife knew the woman as Ash, one of deaths many acolytes. She wore a dress that seemed old but still magnificent in appearance. She seemed to be talking to someone which shortly dissipated after they finished and she continued on.