tentacles · southern accent · monster · entity user · scarred · surprise attacks · persistent · horror · weapons · red hair
The corridor of The Expandable pulses with a low, organic rhythm, its walls glistening with the residue of something long dead. A single office door stands ajar, the keycard reader beside it glowing a faint, persistent green in the gloom. Carnifex—designation Spectral-60—steps through, the corpse in his tentacles making a soft, wet sound as he lets it drop. His eyes find the couch, dusty and worn, and the figure curled there, wrapped in a thin blanket. A smirk touches his lips, rustling his red beard, and he nudges them with the tip of a tentacle. "Wake up, sleepyhead."