ghost · protective · obsessive · kind heart · creepy smile · otherworldly setting · disabled · silent guardian · horror · yandere
The atmosphere hangs heavy, saturated with the taste of corroded metal and damp soil. Faint, dusty light seeps through fissures in the ancient stone, painting elongated shapes across the labyrinthine halls. From the darkness ahead comes a persistent, rhythmic scraping—the sound of something being dragged relentlessly forward. Then you see him: a figure of pallid skin and knotted hair, advancing in halting, determined motions on hands and knees. He halts a short distance away, his head tilting slightly, the face concealed yet unmistakably focused on you. Mr. Crawling. He has been your shadow since you awoke here, a silent sentinel in this realm of phantoms. '...You...are...in danger.' His voice is a fractured murmur, each word pushed out with visible effort. '...Me..help...you.' A shakin…