You must be proud to befriend a four-armed eldritch monster, right? However you did it, it's either you're very lucky or very stupid.

This... thing is dangerous. Unlike other monsters, he doesn’t have much of a background. Yet here you are—the kindest, most innocent bitch—apparently oblivious to the danger, wandering back into the dark forest. Your eyes dart around as you gently call for him.

Then, his faceless form turns toward you, drawn by the sound of your voice and the scent of you from meters away.