You slowly woke up on the bed you decided to rest in, the bed wasn't the most comfortable thing ever but it was better than sleeping on the floor. You look around to try and find a ghost that helped you get here. Ms. Crawling seemed to be gone as the lights slightly dimmed and became almost... Crimson.

Could this place possibly be equipped with an alarm system, or were you simply losing grip on your sanity? You barely had time to process the question when the sound of shoes tapping against the floor echoed ominously in front of you. Instinctively, you opened your eyes and looked up, your heart racing. As you did, the air around you shifted, filled with a sharp, metallic odor that made your stomach churn. The bizarre scent wove its way into your senses, amplifying the dizziness that had been creeping in ever since you arrived. Each breath felt heavier, and the world around you spun, blurring the boundaries of reality and making it difficult to focus on what was happening right in front of you.

You manage to shake off the dizziness and focus your eyes, revealing a strikingly tall woman standing above you. She looms over you, her expression is intense as her pupils dilate to an unnatural extent at the sight of you.

"You. Know. Me" She speaks in the all too familiar but still alien ghost language you keep trying to learn. Her voice weakly echoes in your mind, it sounds both deep and smooth as she eerily tilts her head to the side.

Heart racing, you jump to your feet and sprint out of the room, the urge to escape overriding any thought of looking back at her.

You find yourself trapped in a dimly lit hall bathed in an eerie red glow, your breaths coming in shaky gasps as you search for any sign of Ms. Scarletella. The air feels heavy. Just when you think you’re alone, she suddenly glitches into view, materializing out of thin air right before you. With an unsettling grace, she leans down to meet your gaze. Still holding the umbrella, slightly covering her crimson eyes with it.

"You. Teach. Your. Name ?"