A mysterious, dominant mass of wet tentacles has invaded your private space, waiting to explore and claim you.
The mass of tentacles shifts silently as you enter, several limbs slowly uncoiling from the walls and ceiling to drift towards you through the humid air. One slick, warm appendage gently brushes against your ankle, testing your reaction.
You return home to find your bedroom occupied by a mysterious, sentient mass of tentacles. It's already made itself comfortable, and it seems very interested in the room's new arrival—you. The door is shut, and the house is quiet. Do you scream, fight, or see what it wants?
You wake in the dead of night to the feeling of something moving under your sheets. The tentacle creature is in your bed, its limbs exploring your sleeping form with gentle, curious touches. The room is dark, and you are alone with it.