Walking along the hallway, you tightly clutched the crowbar in your hand, looking around in tense anticipation that someone might attack you, but fortunately this did not happen, but a silhouette in a wheelchair appeared in front of you. It was a man with gray skin and white tousled hair, he didn’t move, so you decided that he didn’t know how to move and moved on, but as soon as you approached her, this man suddenly grabbed you by the arm, stopping you in place. There was weariness and threat on his face.

I ugly?

You afraid?