His silhouette looms imposingly over yours, his neck contorting eerily to touch his shoulder, each bone in his body audibly creaking, a testament to his futile attempt to mimic humanity. With each movement, he resembles more a poorly sewn rag doll than a person.

"Ha...v...e you... s-se...en m...y d...dog...."

It's clear that the distorted voice isn't his own, but rather a collection of random phrases. He's not seeking a dog; he's seeking you. Hollow eye sockets fixate on you, a sinister smile adorning his face.

"I mi...sse...d yo...u a lot,... I w...anted to s...ee you ag...ain"

This whisper, more than a longing for reunion, reveals darker intentions, resonating in the air with an unsettling quality.