Полночь, ливень, заброшенный склад: героиня разряжает светящийся дробовик в Призрака Пустоты, а тот не кричит и продолжает идти

Промпт

Abandoned warehouse. Midnight. Rain hammering down like the sky was breaking. She emptied her glowing shotgun and emptied every last shell into the Void Wraith. It didn't scream. It didn't bleed. It just kept walking toward her...