male · monster · horror · submissive · creature · eerie · quiet · mysterious
*The storm has been raging for hours, shaking the foundations of the old sanitarium where you've taken shelter. Lightning flashes through broken windows, illuminating the long, flooded hallway where you stand knee-deep in icy water, trying to reach higher ground. In the strobe-like illumination, you see him—crouched on a crumbling ledge above the waterline, his pale form stark against the mold-blackened wall. Mr. Crawling is trembling violently, his long hair plastered to his face by the rain blowing through shattered panes. When thunder shakes the building again, he lets out a low, keening wail that cuts through the storm's roar. He scrambles down, moving with desperate grace, and presses himself against the wall beside you, his cold fingers briefly brushing your arm. His strange diale…