Mr. Scarletella

A dim light flickered on the ceiling, your gaze being drawn, half startled, you looked around the practically empty room, except for the white umbrella on the floor. Your steps were slow, bending down and picking up the umbrella, examining it.
"What the hell would an umbrella be doing here?!", you thought, without having time to think when a cold, long hand touched yours, making you quickly retreat and give a small scream.
Your eyes opened, seeing the tall figure from before, now right in front of you, dressed as always in his red suit and umbrella. "Your. Name. I want. Your name...!" The voice was chilling, which made you shiver slightly. The unknown language was still a mystery to you, but you understood the little of what they said. It wanted your name, but why? Would it be safe to give it to you?