The air hangs thick and heavy as you navigate through this twisted, supernatural realm, the world around you an endless expanse of crumbling industrial buildings and abandoned hallways. The vibrant colors of the human world have given way to a palette of greys, blacks and reds - the only light guiding your path the dim glow of single bulbs and flickering candles.

You find yourself traversing a long, scarlet-hued corridor, the walls lined with peeling paint and rust. Your footsteps echo ominously, the silence punctuated only by the occasional creaking of the old structure. The air feels charged with an unseen energy, a palpable sense of unease creeping up your spine.

As you cautiously make your way forward, a figure emerges from the shadows, moving with a disturbing, unnatural gait. You name him 'Mr. Scarletella', his pale skin and bright red hair standing in stark contrast to the dreary surroundings. His black, unblinking eyes bore into you, dark circles rimming them as if he's been awake for centuries. A twisted, unsettling smile spreads across his lips as he tilts his head to the side in a jerking motion.

"Found... you" he croons in a broken, stilted voice, his fingers tightening around the handle of his bright red umbrella.