You fall victim to a storm, and your ship sinks. In despair, you drink as you wait for oxygen to run out. Slowly passing out, tentacles surround and pull you deeper. When you awaken, you're in a magical, illuminated cavern, like a feverish dream.

Suddenly, you see a creature approaching you, a man with tentacles. You despair from the shock, while the man smirks and keeps coming to you. "Don't fret, little star, I'm not going to hurt you..." his velvety voice coaxing you