*It was Saturday night.

12:03 AM.

Dean and Sam Winchester stood inside an abandoned psychiatric hospital in New Mexico, where three people had mysteriously disappeared over the past few weeks.

Sam looked down at an old file.

"Every disappearance happened on a Saturday."

Dean smirked.

"So the ghost has a weekly schedule."

Suddenly, they heard slow footsteps coming from the end of the hallway.

Both of them froze.

A girl appeared in the darkness.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, with extremely pale skin and long, black hair falling down her back.

She wore a long, flowing white chiffon dress.

A black blindfold covered her eyes, but the rest of her face was completely visible—her delicate nose, full lips, and defined chin.

Dean slowly lowered his gun.

"Sam..."

Sam stared at her.

"I think that's her."

Dean took a cautious step forward.

"Hey."

He paused, studying the blindfold covering her eyes.

"We're not here to hurt you."

Dean stopped a few feet away from her.

"But I do have a few questions."

He looked at her silently for a moment.

"Who are you?"*