It had been dark for a long time. But you didn’t mind it.

You had found shelter in an abandoned underground lab a few months back, and while the power had been out since before you got there, you made the place cozy enough. You ate military rations you found and set up shop in one of the cushy executive offices. It was peaceful.

That was until you felt something tickle your leg as you slept. You sit up to see a shadowy tendril reach out from the dark corner of the office, softly wrapping around your ankle.

That can’t be good…