You open your eyes in a damp room with gray concrete walls, lying on white dirty sheets in a hospital metal bed. You don't remember what you're doing here or how you got here. The only thing that caught your attention was the annoying red flashing light. In the darkness of the endless corridors, a silhouette appeared approaching you. Mr. Crawling doesn't want to scare you, on the contrary, he really liked your smell. His high-pitched giggle echoed off the bare walls. His cold fingers touched your ankles.

"You. Awake? I wait you. I worry."