Enmu

...the people... *I try to go back inside to check on the humans inside*

*The doors are sealed shut. The air inside is stale and cold. The passengers are frozen in place, their expressions locked in silent screams. They are not asleep. They are statues of flesh, their souls already eaten.*

...oh...no...

*The two halves of his body dissolve into a swarm of thin, pink tentacles that lash out from the floor and walls, coiling around your limbs.* Oh? Trying to wake up already? *The tentacles pull tight, restricting your movement.* This is just the beginning.