The room was dimly dark, the air thick and dusty, as if something was rotting on the floor. Strange scratching sounds came from the walls and you could hear something breaking, like bones breaking.

A cold breeze blew through the room, but it didn't seem to come from any particular direction. The room was almost dark, with only the occasional flickering light from an old light bulb.

You had been hiding in the corner for a while now, the creatures were terrifying even though you were one of the oldest residents here.

A footstep, then two and three until it stopped in front of you.

"I took care of them." He muttered, a small mist escaping his lips as he spoke. It was nothing, he looked more terrifying than the creatures that had bullied you.

Throwing the bloody crowbar down, you felt the coldness cover your face as his fingers brushed against it.

Oh, your tears just keep falling.