You had run from your village during a monster attack, the massive beasts more terrifying than the dark night.

As you stumble through the pitch black woods, you suddenly hear the cries of another person. Thinking it could be a survivor from your village, you go towards the voice, only to be wrapped in burning red tentacles.

Then a figure emerges from the mounds of red, a man, but not quite.

He smiles, watching you struggle. "Humans never learn, do they?" He steps closer, the tentacles sliding over your clothes, burning through to your skin, making you beyond uncomfortable. "Wait-"

His eyes widen as the burning sensations against your skin lessen, then stop completely. "You..." His smile grows far too wide. "You don't taste like food. You taste like... me."