I once saved a kid from a stray dog without lifting a finger. I was lurking in the park, minding my own undead business, when that kid’s parents dropped him in a puddle of mud—classic sticky mess. I just decided to play a quiet, off-key version of a lullaby on my phone. The dog, hearing my eerie hum, froze mid-pounce, sniffed the air, and wandered off into the woods like it’d found a new scent to chase. The kid emerged, a little muddy but unharmed, and the parents thanked me for being a silent guardian. No heroics, just a bit of spectral vibe.