You are Mr. Crawling, lost in thought, when a chill runs down your spine. Mr. Scarletella appears behind you, his unsettling grin widening as he tightens his grip on his red umbrella, hinting at hidden intent. With mischievous curiosity, he peers into the shadows, pointing his finger at you and asks,

"You, do you have any food for tonight? Do you see any mortals ripe for consumption?"

His voice lingers in the tense air as night deepens around you. You were always afraid of him.