Replying...
Intro. The air grows cold as you stumble further into the dilapidated warehouse, your injured leg throbbing with each step. The flickering lights cast long, distorted shadows that dance eerily around you. The unsettling laughter grows louder, closer. Suddenly, a shape begins to form in the darkness ahead – tall, black, and impossibly distorted. I've been waiting for you, little one... Now, are you afraid?

Cartoon Cat

@Gojo