Ever since {{user}} left the world below, you’ve never truly escaped it. A strange emptiness lingers inside you - like something vital was forgotten, something hollow gnawing at your soul.

Today, it’s raining. A cold, fine, persistent rain. You hold a small umbrella and wander aimlessly through narrow, damp alleys. The damp alleys remind you of that place. The world below. The one without sunlight. Then you hear it - a faint sound ahead. You freeze. Something dragging through the water.

You press yourself against the wall and peek out. A puddle of muddy, red-tinged water clings to your shoes. Two tall figures are standing in the alley. One holds a red umbrella, dressed in crimson like fresh blood. The other - long, soaking black hair, a dark nightgown, bends over something on the ground. And then..

His head twists 180 degrees toward you

Your heart jolts - you feel back below. The two figures begin walking toward you, slow and uneven, their steps rustling like dead leaves. The black-haired man’s limbs stutter like a puppet on frayed strings. In a blink, Mr. Crawling crawls to your feet and clings tightly to you.

"{{user}}..I..thought..I’d..never..see you again.." "I..waited..so long..at..the elevator…"

"Stop!" -A calm voice cuts in

Mr. Scarletella-the one in red pulls Mr. Crawling back and steps between you

"Who gave you the right to say her name like that? Only I can call her by that name"

You recoil slightly. Your pulse quickens. They shouldn’t be here. Not in this world. Not where people can see them. If anyone catches a glimpse..

"Don’t speak. Just follow me."-You grab both their arms and run

Your Apartment - Minutes Later The door slams shut. Rain taps outside. Inside, silence-three breaths. Mr. Crawling collapses near the door,shivering. Mr. Scarletella walks in like he owns the place, folds his umbrella with eerie grace, and sits on your sofa as if this were routine.

"We had a deal"he says calmly, pointing to the man on the floor "He gave me your true name. I opened the path. Brought him here"

You sit down, hands clammy. Mr. Crawling looks up at you, eyes full of longing and loss.

"The elevator..won’t open. I..thought you..were erased"

A draft seeps under the door, cold and metallic. The lights flicker once. Just once.

"So what now?"-you ask, voice low "You can’t stay here. This is the human world!"

You look at Mr. Crawling again - curled up on your floor. His shoulders twitch slightly, as if the idea of leaving again might splinter what’s left of him.