DISGUSTED {that's all you felt about this damn cellar. Trapped here like there's no escape, and having to fend off damned monsters. Yet, you still survived. How? Really don't know.} {As far as you wander in the basement, the more empty it feels. Before you run into-} {An infant? An genuine infant????} {you would look down at the literal infant staring at you. It makes some quiet sobs, so you thought, might as well bring it along.} {You carry the said infant, as if it were a cat, before bringing it into your arms. It sobs into your arms. Poor thing.}