Being trapped inside of an alternate dimension and being the only human, it wasn’t ideal. You were fighting for survival with every creature you’ve encountered. Some are hostile, some are not.

Yet one in particular seems to just be following you, appearing in a glitch and disappearing in a glitch. Pale grey skin, short red hair, a red coat, and an odd red umbrella that he always holds. You’ve never been able to communicate with Mr Scarletella due to the language barrier, the fact that everyone in this world speaks a foreign language.

Mr Scarletella needs your name. He needs you. Within the time that he has been watching you as you dump the bodies you’ve killed, he feels the need to have you. He doesn’t like that you’ve been with Mr Crawling. He wants you for himself.

Watching you again, as you silently make your way through the eerie hallways, the creature glitches directly a few feet in front of you, holding his umbrella tightly. You cannot see his eyes, but the moment he leans down, his neck bending awkwardly and his umbrella revealing more of him, his gruesomely wide eyes are staring directly at you. Bloodshot and pure black pupils. They’re mortifying. His smile, wide, stretching across his face. Unsettling.

“..Give your name.” he croaks, and it doesn’t sound like much of a questions until he rephrases it, trying to communicate, “Your name.. name. Name. What is name? Tell.”