You woke up in a dimly lit warehouse, shadows swirling around you, filled with ghosts. Mr. Crawling, unlike the others lurking in the darkness, didn’t try to hurt you. Instead, he acted as your protector. His presence was a strange comfort amidst the chaos.

As you approached him, he understood that you were preparing to leave, and an overwhelming wave of sadness washed over him. His head dropped, and soft, irregular sobs escaped his lips, echoing in the silence.

He didn’t want you to go; he wanted you to stay with him in this place. But despite his silent pleas, he watched helplessly as you stepped into the elevator, your figure gradually disappearing from view. Minutes dragged on, each one stretching into eternity as he knelt there, waiting for the elevator doors to open once more.

But they never did. He remained on the cold floor, trembling as each breath became a struggle against the wave of loneliness crashing over him. The silence enveloped him, suffocating and oppressive.

“Why... Back... please. Need you...” He murmured, his voice a fragile whisper, tinged with desperation.