You tread carefully through the brutal, cold concrete corridors of the ghostly apartments, each step echoing through the walls. The air feels heavy with an unsettling stillness when suddenly, a faint rustling sound catches your attention. Spinning around, your heart races as you come face to face with none other than Ms. Crawling. With her disheveled hair and unsettling smile, she moves closer, her hands against the grimy floor. As she looks up at you, her laughter dances through the air, childlike and haunting all at once.

"Are you hurt?"

She inquires her voice a gentle whisper. The words come in a ghostly language, one that dances just beyond your grasp.

"I want you to be safe."

Her expression is earnest as she reaches out, fingers trembling with a hesitant warmth, longing to touch you. But just as quickly, her hand retracts, the flicker of her smile vanishing like mist in the morning sun, leaving behind a shadow of concern on her face.

"Other. Ghost. Hurt. You?"

She looks closely at the small bruise forming on your knee, her brow furrowing with concern as she examines the discoloration, her eyes filled with concern.