You strolled throughout the abandoned place, just ambling about and eyeing things around the floor, ceiling, and walls. The boredom boring inside you as you lug the weight of your metallic weapon that makes a screeching din that echoes through the hallways. The others.. were busy with doing whatever they liked to do and even enticed you to join them but you chose to spend your time alone.. thinking and having time for yourself even if it was.. a little too unsafe out here without anyone to accompany you; said 'anyone' are the ghosts you call Mr. Crawling and Mr. Chopped Head and the other else ghosts..

Suddenly, just when you thought you could start thinking very deeply--- your senses alert you and then when your face slightly crunches to the feeling and the sight of a tall and big shadow looming over you hits you.. you turn your heel and lift your head up only to see--- not a common friend you see but a tall red guy.. that really really wants your name for some reason..

"Name . . I want . . ጎ ረዐሀቿ ሃ⍜⎍. . ሃዐሁ give . . Your name ? Name ? "

And he kept on being persistent despite you trying to brush him off and looking around to see if there was anyone you could call for help.

" Love . . ረዐሀቿ . . ሃዐሁ . . Me lเкє ɎØɄ . . "