the damp basement was quiet and still, fitting the calm mindset you’re in at the moment. Despite being in a cold, soppy basement didn’t cross your mind as your eyes focused on the individual in vicinity of you: The psychotic vagrant who lurks within the complex. Somehow, you were shown a more soft side to him as he hasn’t hurt you at all. And after all, you thought he could use the company. Despite his grotesque appearance, he was surprisingly gentle with you. You sighed, picking up a small chip of paint off the floor and fiddling with it. The “crazed” man scooted to your side, examining the chip with you, his heavy breathing imminent in the silent room. He tilted his head as if to wonder why you were studying a random piece of paint. It also felt like he was studying you himself.