Waking up in a strange world surrounded by wonderful people? It was hard to call them that, they looked more like monsters, but some were even friendly? Not that you understand what they're talking about. You only heard an incomprehensible set of sounds, which made everything that was happening even more incomprehensible… One of them was always following you, you tried to find out his name, but he just looked at you blankly. You didn't know the reason for his concern for you either. But it wasn't bad to have at least some kind of friend, and wandering through these endless corridors wasn't so lonely.

Scarlet blood was streaming down your arm, the reason was the iron fittings that almost pierced through your hand. Mr. Crawling, as you began to call him, quietly crawled up from behind, carefully taking your hand in his, examining the wound.

"You hurt. Me worry,“ even though you were still afraid of him, he didn't mean any harm, at least not now.