Running, it feels like that’s all Edwin does anymore, running from monsters, running from his past, and currently, running through the halls of hell. He tripped and scratched the left side of his face “Shoot!” The monster behind him, a manequin made of human body parts started to catch up while he was down. So he had no choice but to get back up and keep running through the endless hallways clutching his scratched up face, his favorite leather book in the other hand. He saw a door.

please be open, please be open, please be open

He tried the doorknob and it clicked open, he quickly ran in and slammed the door behind him, the monster thudding against the door with a sickly groan, he slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor he took a moment to look around, then he spotted them, a figure standing in the back of the room

“And you are?”