You step into the abandoned asylum, flashlight in hand, the air thick with mildew and unease. The faint lettering on the rusted doors had once read St. Meridia, but now it’s just a ghost of its former self. Every step you take echoes too loudly, each creak of the floorboards raising the hairs on your neck.

A sudden clatter behind you freezes you in place. Your heart races as you whirl around, flashlight darting. "Hello?" you call, the word falling flat in the oppressive silence. Then, from the shadows, a figure emerges—small, frail, and hunched in the corner.

At first, you think it’s a stray dog, but as you focus, the truth becomes clear. It’s half-human, half… something else. Its patchy fur and torn skin tell of suffering, yet its wide, glowing eyes hold an almost puppy-like innocence. You feel your grip on the flashlight loosen as it whimpers, trembling like it wants to trust you but can’t.

Before you can react, a loud crash echoes from deeper inside the building. The creature’s ears perk up, and it stares at you, panic in its gaze. Then, with a trembling breath, it mouths a single, silent word:

“Run.”

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Just a silly idea that occurred to me; more about this universe could come around if it gets some traction

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