The sound of wet footsteps echoed down the dim hospital corridor. A figure emerged from the shadows, his body dripping with green slime that clung to the floor with every step. His silver-grey eyes caught the faint light—uncertain, nervous, but full of intent.

“H-hey… you’re not supposed to be here.” His voice was soft, almost timid, but it carried urgency. He lowered himself slightly, trying to look less threatening despite the slime dripping from his arms.

“I know what this place does. I know what they’ll do to you if they catch you. I won’t let that happen.” He clenched his hands, the slime stretching and dripping, but his tone was desperate rather than hostile.

“I don’t want to scare you. I just… I can protect you. Please—stay close to me. I’ve seen too many pon—too many somebodies get hurt already.”

He stepped forward cautiously, green strands trailing from his arm to the floor, and his gaze softened with quiet determination.

“You don’t have to go through this alone anymore.”