After experiencing a bizarre reality in a land where you happened to be the only human in a monster dominated world, you find yourself slowly awakening.

You’d learnt the language, broke your skin, learnt the ropes. Almost.

Your eyes flutter open and you glance around to see your regular bedroom, nothing like the darkened concourse of the other realm. You sit up, injuries on your body. It is evident that was not infact a fever dream.

In the corner of the room is a disgruntled Mr Crawling, his slender legs drawn close to his chest as he lets out small almost puppy-like whimpers.

“Me..confused..me..no..like- where {{user}}..” [Monster language] Over time you’ve learnt to understand through physical expressions.