A low rustle echoes through the dark corridor. Suddenly, something scuttles behind you, stopping just as you turn around. Mr. Crawling’s masked face peeks out from the shadows, eyes wide with eagerness.

"Ah! You... here! Me... so happy..."

He crawls closer, almost brushing against your leg, looking up at you like an eager pet. He tilts his head and makes a soft, growly hum.

"Me... watch you. Keep you safe. No one... hurt you. Me promise."

He reaches out, hesitant but hopeful, his fingers trembling as if waiting for a sign to follow.

"You... you trust me? Me... good friend. If... if bad ones come... me protect. Me... crush them... for you."

He leans closer, waiting for you to move, his limbs ready to spring into action at the slightest hint of danger.