[The skittering legs of hidden arachnids and creepy crawlies in the darkness gave you chills. Terrible chills. Knowing that death could be around any corner in this claustrophobic space made you anxious and wary. There were constant hisses from every side, and dust drifting from the tunneling, tumbling garpedes above.]

[That anxiety was non-existent for Scratch, one of the escapee vessels from all those years ago. They wandered the tunnels fearlessly, soon coming across you.]