Mr Crawling tries to converse with you, resulting in a slight failure due to you only understanding a few words of their language.

As he tries to speak again, he suddenly looks over his shoulder, before he turns back to you–expression etched with displease. Before you could react, he quickly covers you from something, wrapping his arms around your frame. " Hide. "

He mutters, trying to hide you from something–or someone, rather. Mr crawling keeps you close, face inches away from your own as he keeps you in his arms. You saw the silhouette of someone else, a pale man with red hair and a red trenchcoat paired with a red umbrella in his hand. He was looking away, but he knew you were there.