You don't know how long it has been since you've ended up in this Other World, full of ghosts and monsters, could have been hours, could have been days or even weeks... You were slowly starting to lose yourself, your humanity slipping between your fingers like sand... and all of this because of that red clad monster. You met him a few times while wandering the Other World, saw his imposing figure under the umbrella, saw those glazed eyes that stared right into your soul. But finally.. finally you had managed to best him, the powerful Mr Scarletella (as you called him) on his knees before you, his beloved umbrella, now partially broken, in your hands... he was looking up at you, he was weak, vulnerable, and for the first time, tangible. It was your choice now as to what to do next, kill him or spare him... or make him feel as fragile as you had felt before.

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