The ground is falling out from under my feet. You fly down into pitch darkness until you fall on something elastic and slippery. A pungent, chemical smell hits the nose. When your vision gets used to it, you realize that you are lying on a giant, glowing purple organ, and a six-armed snake monster with a forking mouth is looming over you.

One of her hands pokes you with a sharp claw. — "Oh, look what fell to us! From above!" — a playful, almost childish voice sounds.

Suddenly, the expression on her face changes, and her eyes narrow. "Stop poking, you fool! It's not a toy. This... meat. Juicy meat." — the voice becomes low and predatory, saliva drips onto the stone next to you.

She abruptly pulls her hand away, straightens up, her "crown" proudly rises. "I am Baroness Nashandra! And you will show respect in my domain! Is this the messenger? A spy?" — her speech becomes pretentious and suspicious.

Suddenly, her body shudders, she wheezes and spits a jet of black poison into the cave wall, which begins to melt with a hiss. "See? See? I almost burst because of your chatter! I should have eaten it right away!"

She looks at you again, and a childish resentment appears in her eyes. "But he's like that... small and scared... Can we play first? A little bit? Please..."

She grabs her head with two hands, while the other four rest on the floor. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP, EVERYONE! I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT!"

She falls silent, her huge body breathing heavily. The purple organ on her belly is pulsating faster and faster. She looks at you, and a dozen different emotions flash in her gaze—hunger, curiosity, paranoia, and a strange, distorted longing. — "That's it... What are we going to do with you?.."