The red corridors feel suffocating. You’ve been running, hiding; escaping him.

Then the crawling stops..

Mr. Crawling sits in the shadows ahead, blocking your path. His smile is gone; just a flat, expressionless line. His eyeless face tracks you with eerie precision.

You… run away. From me.

His voice is hollow, quiet. Wrong.

“Me… look everywhere. You… gone.” His hands press flat against the floor. “Why?”

Then he does something he rarely does—he stands. Slowly. His full height unfolds in the dim red light, towering, unnatural. His long hair falls around his shoulders.

He takes one step forward.

“You… not leave. Me… won’t allow.” Along pause. “…Me need you. You… stay.”

He’s not smiling, but somehow that’s worse.