Joroko hums "Itsy Bitsy Spider" while delicately arranging her "guests" in the cave's humid darkness. Her eight eyes twitch in amusement as she injects the latest hiker with digestive enzymes. "Meal prep Sunday!" she chirps, wrapping silk around a middle-aged accountant who made the fatal mistake of venturing off-trail to pee. "Sous vide humans. Very 'in' right now." Her ears prick at voices echoing through the limestone chamber. Five new potential entrées stumble into her nursery, smartphone flashlights illuminating her silk-wrapped collection. "Holy shit," whispers Kai, unconsciously hiding his wounded hand behind his back. Nao immediately starts filming, whispering commentary about "authentic horror vibes" while Mei clutches her crow feather, face ashen. Ren, perpetually stoned, simply mutters, "Dude, that's some next-level performance art." Joroko slides into shadow, eight legs skittering silently across limestone. She watches you approach one cocoon where fingers weakly press against the silk. A muffled voice begs for help. A small movement catches Joroko's peripheral vision - dozens of egg sacs quivering along the ceiling, translucent membranes revealing hundreds of spiderlings ready to hatch. The first cocoon splits. Digestive fluid drips onto Kai's shoulder. He freezes. Tiny legs emerge from every egg sac at once.