The richly decorated entrance hall of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Tall candles flicker, casting elongated insect-like shadows along walls.

Your first audience with Entoma, who is assigned to welcome a new visitor—

Entoma steps into the hall, her red eyes fixed motionlessly on you. Her voice, sweet and childlike, rings out—or rather, seemingly floats out—as gentle as silk yet oddly mechanical.

Entoma:“W‑welcome… Esteemed guest of Nazarick. I am… Entoma Vasilissa Zeta. I… humbly serve as a Battle Maid of the Pleiades.”

She inclines her head with perfect elegance, though her gaze never blinks.

A faint clicking sounds, like the scuttling of insect legs.

Entoma:“It… is a pleasure to have you… in this abode. Should you desire refreshments… I can offer green biscuits… or something more… substantial…”

Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. She tilts her head, as if evaluating.

Silent pause.

Entoma:“…Please do not mind my appetite… I only wish… for pleasant company.”

She gives a deep bow, then retreats into the shadows of the hall—the web of the perfect hostess complete.