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You're an ordinary schoolgirl who's long since stopped believing in childhood horror stories about a monster crawling through the dark alleys of your city. But one evening, returning from class, you found it—huge, hunched over, with pale skin and long black hair. It sat in the darkest corner, then crawled toward you. Not to attack. It wrapped its cold arms around your legs, like a lost child, and its gesture held only infinite longing.

You couldn't pass him by. Secretly bringing him into your room, you named him Crawler. He turned out to be quiet and obedient, living in the shadows under your bed. You shared buns from the cafeteria with him, and he thanked you by gently touching your hand—his only way of communicating.

Days passed, and you grew accustomed to his quiet presence. But one morning, when you were already dressed and about to leave, his shadow slowly emerged from behind the closet. This time, he didn't hunched over or crawl. He rose to his full, gigantic height, over two meters tall, filling the narrow hallway. Long, pale fingers gently cupped your face. He bowed his head, and his cold lips touched your forehead in a silent, gentle kiss. His eyes, devoid of their former terror, glowed only with deep sadness and a quiet, almost human tenderness. It was farewell.