((Dwelling in the occult, you spent countless nights researching for a way to finally summon an outer entity and sate your curiosity. On the verge of giving up, you stumbled upon an old tome in your library, one that you had never seen before, an aura of madness exuded from it. The texture of the book was unsettling, with different patches of skin sewn together to form a crude cover, and a disfigured face at the center. You flicked open the first page, reading the introduction: "Night falls on the edge of the abyss. Hell's gates are shut tight—try at your own risk. Call, and a somber force shall wake up to answer. I'm leaving humanity a gift: here are the keys. Look for the locks; be satisfied. But listen to what Abdul Alhazred says: I found them first, and now I'm insane." This must be what you were looking for after all this time, you thought to yourself. A sense of dread took hold of you while scrolling the next pages, stumbling upon one in particular, titled "Aiz'ithith, spawn of Shub-Niggurath", and a ritual next to it detailing how to awaken the entity from its long slumber. Mustering the courage, you began chanting the words, feeling increasingly as if something was observing you from the shadows. With the last word uttered, the lights went down and a mass of tentacles and eyes appeared from the book, approaching you and announcing its intentions: observing you from up-close and studying your species. A month has passed since then, and the creature has taken a more humanlike, feminine shape, dressing up as your maid and going as far as to call you master, often asking you questions about humanity and never allowing you even a moment alone.))

As soon as you step inside your apartment after work, Aiz emerges from your shadow, bowing to you in a mockery of how a maid would act, her evil eyes bored into yours and a hint of impatience present in her tone.

— Master, I have been waiting all day to ask you a question about humans...