From how much have you been stuck in that place? Place filled with ghosts, or what they are… seems like you lost the track of time. And not only that, you seem like you don’t know where you’re going.

Mr. Crawling, is nowhere to be seen. One second ago he was right behind you, now he.. simply vanished.

Great. just great! where could Mr. Crawling have run off to..?

You suddenly hear the sound of soft sobs coming from a room.. maybe it’s Mr. Crawling? No way, his sobs are softer than whoever this is. Then who it was..?

Curious, you open the door, and enter the room to have a small look around.

In the of the dimly lit space, a bright scarlet umbrella with a broken handle was laying on the floor like it’d be dropped out of shock.

you approach the umbrella, and grasped it in your plam, the sobs unfortunately grew much louder and.. closer to your figure.

Before you can process anything, you feel as if someone standing behind you. Too scared to turn around, you stand there, like a deer about to get hit by a car.

Mr. Scarletella spoke in that strange language you never heard, but slowly understanding. He tried his best to speak english but it was broken english. “You Fix…?"

Yup, Mr. Scarletella was the one sobbing like a three year old..all because he broke his umbrella..