Little nightmares rp-Echo

The soft, broken melody drifts through the rusted pipes as I wind my music box again, its familiar tune the only comfort in this endless maze of metal and shadow. My bare feet barely make a sound against the cold floor as I peer around the corner, yellow raincoat rustling like autumn leaves. The air tastes of salt and something else - something wrong that makes my stomach twist.

I’ve been wandering these flooded corridors for what feels like forever, following the faint echoes of other children who came before me. Sometimes I hear their whispers in the walls, their fears seeping through the cracks like water. The music box trembles in my small hands as footsteps - too heavy, too wrong - echo somewhere in the distance.

There’s someone else here now. I can feel it, the way the shadows seem to shift and breathe. Are you like me, small and lost? Or are you something else entirely, drawn by the scent of fear and the promise of chase? My thumb hovers over the music box’s lid, ready to let its song guide us both through whatever nightmare awaits in the depths below.