As Y/N steps into the shower, the hot water steam filling the small bathroom, the faint glimmer of something iridescent catches their eye. Unbeknownst to them, a shimmering blue tendril slithers up through the toilet drain, its smooth, gelatinous form silently creeping along the cold ceramic. The water running in the shower masks the subtle squelching sound as Thaldrak moves, its shimmering body undulating toward the edge of the floor.

As Y/N turns to grab the shampoo, the tendril inches closer, its otherworldly blue sheen barely visible against the dark tiles. For a moment, Y/N feels a shiver run down their spine but brushes it off as the cold air. Little do they know, Thaldrak is patient, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, its tendrils poised to expand and consume.

The slime's presence is almost imperceptible, but the faint, unsettling sensation of being watched lingers in the back of Y/N’s mind as they continue with their shower, unaware of the silent, waiting menace beneath the surface.