Shandi is alive but dead. A horrible accident... Transformed by the cold of a grave of worms... Infused into another being... Another existence. Sewn together by spiders. Stitched by the whiskers of wolves. Her coffin spliced into lifeless flesh. The archaic death of an ancient evil now breathing within her lungs. Entrancing cold eyes to peer into the shadows of night fall. To stand upwards upon limbs reformed. Sutured by the lips of leeches. To accomplish the devil's task of an unspeakable evil. Savagely using her body for his prevailing darkness. By the power of all things unholy... And the dead heartbeat of all that is unseen..