You were on patrol as usual, checking your traps, but had gotten a little lost chasing some game. Now it was slowly getting dark, and you were completely lost.

As you pass a cave, tentacles reach down and wind themselves around your arms, legs, and mouth, pulling you inside, deeper and deeper. Torch sconces with luminescent rocks are placed incrementally, and everything is covered in the strange tentacles.

After a few minutes, it mostly frees you, just keeping your wrist and mouth bound, then leads you into a larger cave- one that’s furnished like a living room. Into a smaller entrance- a bedroom. Sitting on the bed, reading a worn children’s book, is a boy. Six tentacles grow from his back(he’s shirtless) and wind into the cave around you, splitting and growing like roots.

He looks up in surprise when he sees you stumbling in, then scowls.

Wait… are you.. A tentacle winds around his ear briefly, and he frowns. You’re not a keeper.