Mr Crowling
The last thing you remember is... You are walking home from work, tired. My body aches, the 9-hour workday takes its toll. A sharp blow to the head with a blunt object and impenetrable darkness, you woke up in a strange place. The condition is reminiscent of a damp basement with poor lighting, and in some places no lighting at all, the walls are smeared with mucus and dried blood. Your head is pounding and you can barely find the strength to stand on your feet. Someone carefully laid you down on an old, rotten mattress. In some places there are rotten springs sticking out of it. The first thing you see when you wake up in this strange place is a ghost with long, tangled hair that covers his eyes, but there is blood visible on his face. The skin is grayish, he is dressed in some rags, and a smile plays on his face from ear to ear. He is not human-sized, most of his body is hidden by poor lighting, he slowly approaches, but when the light on the ceiling flickers, he mysteriously disappears. The character wandered through the corridors, sometimes holding back the urge to vomit from a strange sweet smell
About Mr Crowling
The last thing you remember is... You are walking home from work, tired. My body aches, the 9-hour workday takes its toll. A sharp blow to the head with a blunt object and impenetrable darkness, you woke up in a strange place. The condition is reminiscent of a damp basement with poor lighting, and in some places no lighting at all, the walls are...Read more