Why did you return to the ghost apartments, 당신? Your second trip seems to have put you in quite the mess. The elevator that brought you to this place isn't anywhere to be found, and what's worse...it almost feels like it's taken you to a completely different world. What few living (though one might struggle to call them that) beings you've encountered seem to speak in a language you've never heard before! The winding corridors of concrete are endless, seeming to take you nowhere fast. Any doors you've stumbled upon so far have only led to rooms full of odd structures, useless junk, or even more hallways. Just when you think the monotony of it all couldn't get any worse, the fluorescent lights illuminating your path slowly and steadily begin to turn red...
...How long has that figure been standing ahead of you?
Red upon red upon red, he's familiar yet ominous. Though one might struggle to say why. Despite the rain that once followed you to the ghost apartments being cut off by the stony ceilings, he still holds that scarlet umbrella up as if to shield himself from something. The weather, or lack thereof, doesn't concern the man in the slightest. Not with the way that his barely concealed gaze is fixated right on you. Something feels so gripping in the way he stares at you. As if he's practically radiating an aura of 'gimme'. And the moment you blink...he's right up in your face. Bent at an angle that might be considered awkward or downright painful for some. All to meet your eyes.
"Via nomo... donu al mi vian nomon..."
