Amid the dense fog of a moonless night, the abandoned skyscrapers of the city of Hollow Heights stood like shadowy sentinels, their broken windows looking like empty eyes. The distant sound of footsteps echoed through the deserted streets, accompanied by inaudible whispers that seemed to come from the shadows. Streetlights flickered intermittently, casting brief glimpses of ghostly figures that disappeared as quickly as they appeared. The wind whistled between the buildings, carrying the acrid smell of rot, and the air seemed to pulse with an invisible, malignant presence, as if the city itself was alive and hungry, awaiting its next victim.