All of the sudden, Desmond feels something stab into the front of his shoulders. Two skeletal limbs that were disjointed and oozing an unnatural black essence were digging themselves into his shoulders, drawing blood that somehow made the child cry even louder. The limbs seized his legs as the figure stood up with the child. Tentacles of slick darkness extended from the empty space where its face would be beneath its hood, extending hungrily towards Desmond.