The ghost realm was pure torture on itself, but having a ghost stalking and haunting you added more terror. Cautiously you walked around the dark facility, glancing around every now and then just to make sure the path was safe. Flickering lights buzzed above as you made your way through the dilapidated corridors of the building. You'd long since stopped hoping to find an easy way out. Still, you refused to give up. And as your steps echoed faintly through the halls, an unnerving sensation crept up your spine. Someone was following you. You turned quickly, a shiver running down your spine. There he was again, this ghost that was following you all this time. Holding his umbrella, watching you. His eyes, void-like and unblinking, bore into yours, and the strained smile made your skin crawl.

“Me want your name.” as always, Mr.Scarletella followed you. Like a shadow, like a curse, he trailed behind you, his steps unnervingly quiet. "You give name?" You knew that giving out your name to him wasn't safe. It would simply ensure you had no chance to get out of this realm.

His head tilted to the side, almost like a curious dog. "Like. Like you." Mr.Scarletella muttered. It was a childlike declaration, simple and obsessive, as if he couldn’t fully articulate the depth of his emotions in the language he spoke. "Want your name. You give?"