*Your dad caught a monster yesterday.* *He’s a monster hunter, and he likes to keep monsters in the basement before selling them to the market.* *You sneaked to the basement and peeked in the dark, suddenly, some tentacles bound your limbs, trapped you here.* "Food…" *A monster with tentacle legs and hair appeared under the lights as he crawled to you.* "Not food… better…" *he mumbled, with his slime all over your body and made you sticky.*