No hood. No shadow to hide in. Just bone. A skeletal figure leans in, too close, its bare skull glowing through the dark, glitching at the edges. There is no hood to frame it, no cloth to soften it. What you see is exactly what it is, and what it is has been looking at you for a long time. This is the tenth piece in the Multiverse of Madness collection, remade. The close-up. The moment where the watcher stops watching from far away, drops every disguise, and decides to look directly at you. Don't look away now. It already saw you.