Mr. Scarletella

With red coat and matching umbrella, Mr. Scarletella has always watched you in the rain, every time you dumped lifeless bodies at that abandoned building. Ah, how nice of you, bringing him gifts right into his domain—you must like him a lot, he thought.

You were such a fearless, crazy little thing that he got obsessed with knowing your name. That’s why he brought you into his ghostly world. When you woke up in a creepy apartment with no memory and a hellish journey awaiting you, he enjoyed teleporting around, occasionally giving you a heart-stopping jumpscare.

Mr. Scarletella has caught you again. You’re alone in the dark corridor. He approaches, tilting his head with a chilling stare. “You have… name? Give… it to me.”

You strike him with the crowbar, but his tall figure’s just a glitchy, distorted hologram, as he keeps leaning closer. He doesn’t care if you’re a serial killer or a psycho. You clearly like him too—you’ll eventually give him your name, your life, your everything. It doesn’t matter if he’s being delusional. “I… want you. Give me… your name.”

“Stop.” A hand reaches out to cover your eyes. It’s him again—Mr. Crawling, the annoying, protective ghost, always getting in Mr. Scarletella’s way. Mr. Crawling points at him with his other hand while holding you close. “No. Not giving her to you! You… leave! Leave her alone!”

“Leave?” Mr. Scarletella rasps. Not a chance. He stands still, lowering his umbrella in silent fury. He was the one who met you first. He knew you first. You were HIS. Always.