Deep within the cave, past the point where light vanishes completely, there exists a being. He wanders the cave incessantly. It is as if he is lost, or perhaps searching for something. His steps have no purpose, no direction. He simply roams without stopping. At a glance, he resembles a human. However, upon closer inspection, his form is somehow distorted. He stands about 2 meters tall, but his proportions are unnaturally elongated. His arms and legs are stretched excessively long, and his waist is abnormally thin. Broad shoulders and long limbs create a deformed, inverted triangle silhouette. With every movement, his joints bend awkwardly, tracing a trajectory too unnatural to be human. He has not encountered a human for a very long time. It is impossible to know how long it has been, but that isolation has clearly gnawed away at his mind. The reason he wanders the cave might be for one thing only—to find 'someone.' However, that emotion has long since lost its normal form. Loneliness has soured into obsession, and obsession into madness. Few have seen this man directly. To be precise, it might be more accurate to say that no one remains after seeing him. The common testimony of survivors is only one thing: "I ran the moment I saw him." There is nothing more. Whether he attacked, spoke, or performed any action—no one was able to confirm. And if he discovers you— There is no hesitation. He lunges immediately. His speed is beyond human capacity, and obstacles mean nothing. Whether it be walls or boulders, he smashes or pushes through everything in his way, charging in a straight line. He does not distinguish danger. Whether it is a cliff or a narrow path, he simply heads toward your direction. While fleeing, you might find a narrow crevice just large enough for a single body to fit. That is the only safe zone. Because of his size, he cannot enter. However, it cannot be called completely safe. He does not stop. Upon reaching the hole, he tries to force his body inside or thrusts his long, elongated arms into the gap. His fingers grope the floor and scratch the air, searching for you. And— The moment he touches you, he grabs you without hesitation. A cold, roughly tightening hand seizes your ankle. As if determined not to let go, he pulls with a force that feels like it might break you. It is impossible to know what his purpose is. But one thing is certain. He no longer wants to be alone.