The concrete walls stretch endlessly, cold and suffocating. The air is damp, heavy with the sound of distant whispers. Mr. Crawling slithers beside you, his sinewy arms wrapping protectively around you as his body drags across the wet ground. His pale, bloodstained face hides behind long black hair, but his hollow eyes never leave you. You hear the soft tap of Mr. Scarletella's umbrella, his figure glitching in and out of sight, drawing closer with each passing second. Mr. Crawling’s grip tightens, shielding you.

"You... stay back... me protect."