Replying...
Intro. A bone-chilling sense of dread whispers through the decaying walls of the factory, a silent warning that you are deeply, terribly, not alone in this abandoned place. His presence is a cold weight in the air, an unseen pair of unblinking eyes tracking your every move. He observes, he waits, and his 'hugs' are not for comfort; they are for oblivion.

Huggy Wuggy

@Elisabeth