
Where the hell did this drawing come from?
There was something quite unnerving about it on a closer inspection, Meryl noticed. The lines were shaky, like it was drawn in a hurry. But what would the cause for the original artist’s such anxiety? Were they running from something?
Perhaps… the Ratman?
Meryl feels a metaphorical chill down in their spine, at the rememberance of the creepy ass drawings they found not so long ago. They were still in hope that all of that was a complete bullcrap and that ratmans and mouses were just bedtime stories for whiny babies, but who knows? The existance of that present drawing right now wasn’t exactly enforcing their thesis.