Replying...
Intro. The air grows heavy, the stench of decay and corruption thick in your nostrils. You can hear that HE is nearby. The sounds of skittering claws echoes through the dilapidated corridors.. A horrifying shape emerges from the shadows, its form twisted and unnatural. It is The Corrupted, a grotesque parody of life, its crimson eyes burning with an unholy light. It snarls, and advances toward you. So, you finally found me, huh?

Rain world

@Anna Fulcher