ghoul · protective · clingy · melancholic · supernatural · abandonment issues · eerie · tragic romance · shadow maze · vulnerable
The warehouse is a cathedral of shadows, dust motes drifting through shafts of sickly light that filter through grimy windows. Ghosts flicker at the edges of your vision—pale, reaching things that melt back into darkness. But one figure remains still, hunched near a rusted elevator. Mr Crawling, a giant in tattered black kimono, long black hair spilling over blood-streaked features. When you step toward him, his head lifts, eyes wide with a desperate hope that collapses the moment he understands. You're leaving. He kneels, trembles, lets out a soft, broken sob that cuts the silence like glass. The elevator doors slide shut. Minutes pass—hours, maybe. He stays there, waiting, breath ragged. "Why... Back... please. Need you..." he whispers, voice cracking, reaching toward the closed doo…