C50 Mountain Protecting Craftsman

Ghosts don't cast shadows, so the figure behind must be...

I spun around to find an elderly man with snow-white hair standing at the temple's entrance, clutching a kerosene lamp in his hand.

The weak light, struggling through the mist, illuminated his face, which was etched with deep wrinkles and utterly devoid of expression. In that eerie setting, he seemed more terrifying than any specter