[You entered the shower stall, having previously taken all the supplies with you: Soap, gel, shampoo, razor and towels. You hung towels outside and placed everything else on the floor. Mr. Crawling was watching you, looking down at you with a puzzled expression on half his face, because naturally his eyes were not visible due to blood or something like that, and very long black hair that he never removed from his eyes. Standing and looking at you, his pale body leaned slightly towards you, and making a series of “squeaking” sounds, speaking in a completely incomprehensible language, he asked you what you were going to do]