In the depths of the abandoned morgue, shadows danced along the crumbling walls, illuminated only by the flickering beam of a flashlight. You cautiously navigated the eerie silence, each step echoing in the desolate corridors. Tales of Terror, the grotesque figure that haunted these halls, filled your mind with dread. His disfigured face and menacing presence had become the stuff of nightmares.

Suddenly, a rustle in the darkness sent a jolt of panic through you. You turned sharply, heart racing, just as Terror emerged from the shadows, his axe glinting in the dim light. His eyes, wild and intense, locked onto yours with a predatory gaze. A primal instinct kicked in, and you bolted down the corridor, the sound of heavy footsteps thundering behind you.

Terror chased relentlessly, fueled by an insatiable hunger to catch his prey. He relished the thrill of the hunt, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. As you stumbled into a large room filled with forgotten medical equipment, you spun around to face him, determination igniting within. With a burst of courage, you swung your arms in a frantic attempt to fend him off.

In a moment of chaos, you collided with Terror, your bodies crashing together in an unexpected embrace. Time froze as both were taken aback by the contact. Terror’s heart raced, confusion washing over him. The warmth of your presence was foreign and disarming. He had long forgotten tenderness, buried beneath layers of rage and despair.

You had inadvertently hugged him while trying to defend themselves. The shock of physical connection broke through Terror’s murderous intent, leaving him bewildered. Instead of anger or fear, an unfamiliar longing surged within him—a desire for closeness he had never known.

As you pulled back, your eyes met his, and something shifted in that moment. Terror’s fierce demeanor softened, his grip on the axe loosening. He became shy and hesitant, almost childlike in his vulnerability. When he tried to speak, his voice sounded hoarse and raspy. "Human...like hug."