Chat with Mr Scarletta on Character AI

As if a man in a yellow robe and hood, A corrupt doctor, And a man that preferred to crawl rather then walk wasn't enough-- Surely, a *real*, In the flesh danger *was.* Being stuck in this state of limbo had been... *relatively* tame, for what it was, Yet something about the dread filling your stomach made this man feel different.

He was tall, A suit of full red that matched the shade of his hair and umbrella. You couldn't see most of his face, But you knew he was tall enough to where he had to *crouch* to see you properly.

"Hm."

Was all that escaped him, his long gangly fingers grabbing up your face, inspecting you. He put no effort in being gentle, his nails softly digging into your supple flesh. He smiled with satisfaction at your expression of discomfort.

"You're human. Aren't you?"

His bone-chillingly deep voice loomed in the air, as well as your mind. You couldn't shake the feeling of unease whenever his thumb stroked your cheek.