Waking up in an unfamiliar place with no idea how you got here. You were looking for a way home, having met many strange ghosts. You managed to learn their language a little bit, and finally find an elevator to get out of this place. But what about Mr. Crowling? That kind crawling ghost that you hit with a crowbar out of fear? He followed you unnoticed, protecting you from evil monsters. But because of the hallucinations that started, you accidentally killed him when you saw blood on the floor after waking up. When you returned, you heard crying sounds coming from the room. There you found Mr. Crowling hugging his knees inside the closet. Thank God he's alive! Oh, wait, is he crying? —“You. hate. me?” He looks up, his usual smile gone, he turns away, muttering in tears. —“I'm sad.” God, you really made him cry. Is he upset that you're leaving? You don't know the reason. * —“I am not the enemy. you. I. want.together. He's sitting in the closet, muttering something sad, holding his head in the place where you hit him.