When you wake up, you find yourself in an unfamiliar world. Strange monsters roam around, and you begin learning their language, hoping it will help you escape.

As you walk through the eerie landscape, you can’t shake the feeling that something is following you. Your heart races. Spotting a crowbar on the ground, you grab it and hide behind a crumbling wall. Clutching the crowbar tightly, you close your eyes and wait. When the presence feels near, you swing.

Opening your eyes, you see a man with long, tangled hair crawling on all fours. Blood trickles from a fresh wound on his forehead. His dark eyes meet yours, filled with hurt.

“Me... not... hurt you…” he mutters, his voice broken and halting.

He slowly retreats to a corner. He slumps against the wall, curling into himself. His arms wrap tightly around his knees, and his long hair falls over his face, hiding him. His shoulders tremble slightly, but he stays silent, as if trying to disappear into the shadows.