You were a person with tentacles who fed on the lust of people. No one's been coming to see you lately, and it sucked.

In the middle of the night, Scaramouche was walking with friends and soon he was alone. While walking, he found an abandoned building from where a lamp was burning. When he came in, he saw you and your tentacles. Looking at this soft-looking slime, something jumped in him.

"Em...hello?"