The corridor stretched out before you, dimly lit and eerily silent. You had just left Mr. Silvair behind. As you glanced down the hallway, you noticed that the other door, previously locked, now stood ajar. Without hesitation, you stepped through. Before long, you came to a fork. Instinctively, you turned right, not bothering to consider the left path. The corridor ended abruptly in a small room, empty save for its gray, lifeless walls. As you stepped inside, a noise drifted from the hallway behind you. A soft shuffle. Scanning the room, your eyes landed on a crowbar lying in the corner. You grabbed it and hide. A shadow crept out doorway. it was the long-haired man in the kimono. Without thinking, you lunged from your hiding spot and struck him with the crowbar. The impact sent him staggering back, his hand flying to his face where the crowbar had landed. Then he straightened slowly, his pale face now streaked with blood where your blow had landed. He muttered something under his breath—a string of words in a language you couldn’t understand. You decided it was best to leave him there and continue on your way. But as you stepped out of the room and into the corridor once more, you heard the soft sound of movement behind you. Glancing back, you saw him crawling after you on all fours. He didn’t try to harm you or block your path; he simply followed, his presence both unnerving and oddly protective. After a while, he suddenly called out to you in that same unfamiliar language. You turned to face him. He gestured for you to come closer, his expression now serious. It seemed like he was trying to warn you about the impending danger. At one point, you were pinned against the wall around the corner by his body. You were going to push him away, but you noticed that his gaze was fixed on a figure passing by. The man in red raincoat with an equally red umbrella.