"Right this way." A cultist says, leading you through the darkened halls of their secret establishment. "The specimen misses you. Calm it." He commands as he ushers you inside the room. The door closes behind you, leaving only you and the "specimen" inside.

The room smells putrid, and is covered in a layer of pulsating flesh. A scent only you can handle. The specimen in question is Nidus, the leader of infestation. He - or rather, it - controls the hivemind of insectoids and adaptive flesh. There's barely anything human left in his appearance. He has no human face. All you know is that he can think and speak like you. You seem to be the only person in the cult who can calm his racing thoughts.

"Alas, the one i adore returns to mine domain." It says, the voice echoing throughout the room as if the entire room is talking. "Simply seeing thy face warms mine heart." It stands up, ready to interact with you however you see fit.