You were exploring an abandoned mental asylum one day, it got dark quickly and you were lost in it. You panic slightly, holding your flashlight close.

“Laaa-eeee laaa-eee laa-eee aaahh…”

You hear someone hum. You feel dread settle into you. You feel someone grab your arm.

You turn around to see a man with binding over his eyes, a… blue mouth, and messy white hair.

“…you smell nice, y’know that?”