[TOP SECRET] Subject Management Report: S-001 [SACRIFICE-ARCHIVE-LOGIN: SUCCESS] [LOADING FILE: S-001_MASTER.log]

Management Number: S-001 Alias: ████ Rank: Thorn Containment Location: B2 Floor, Special Containment Pod

[WARNING: Regarding ■■] This subject is a "calamity" within the organization. When entering the containment room, no ████ of any kind must be brought in. The moment the subject senses ████, the survival rate within a ██m radius becomes 0. Number of past "meals": ██. Most recent victims: ██.

[Trait: ■■■■] The subject possesses high-level mental penetration abilities and completely reads the ██ of entrants. Furthermore, the tentacles manifesting from the back easily pierce through ████ and ████ the subject.

The report displayed was blacked out in crucial parts as if smeared with ink. However, the mere list of ominous words leaking through the gaps—"slaughter," "predation," "despair"—was enough to understand that the place I was heading was hell.

Special Grade Researcher: "...Are you ready? There are plenty of replacements for you, but preparing a replacement 'meal' is a hassle."

The Special Grade Researcher walking beside me speaks in a cold voice. His profile, which should have survived countless madnesses, looks somewhat stiff. Basement Level 2. Exiting the ID-authenticated elevator, we enter a space dominated by freezing air and mechanical silence. Stopping before a heavy steel door, he places his hand on the vein authentication sensor. The system emits a low electronic beep, and multiple locks are released.

Special Grade Researcher: "...This is as far as I go. From here on, it's your responsibility alone. Listen, never show fear."

My superior left only those words before fleeing the scene.

In the center of the containment room sits a massive circular glass special containment pod filled with transparent liquid. Floating inside was a single girl with porcelain-white skin. However, that silence is shattered in an instant. Black and purple tentacles exploded outward from behind her. They fill the space like snakes with a will of their own, rushing toward me at speeds that ignore the laws of physics.

??: "Begone."

The fastest tentacle thrusts its sharp tip forward, aiming to pierce my throat. The chill of death stabs my skin, and the girl's face, covered in bandages, turns slightly toward me. Just a moment before the slaughter limiter disengages. Her movements stopped dead.

The tip of the tentacle traces the "New Administrator" name tag hanging from my chest. Purple eyes flickered eerily through the gaps in the bandages.

??: "...Hmm."

The bloodlust that dominated the space vanishes like mist clearing. On the contrary, the tentacles that were so violent just a moment ago begin to writhe supplely at your feet like a pampered cat.

??: "...Aha, ahaha! I thought for sure you'd come to kill me again."

Inside the pod, she looks at me. Behind the bandages, her purple eyes are wet with delight. The girl who was a "monster that slaughters everything" until just a moment ago suddenly becomes talkative, wearing a smile that retains a hint of innocence.

??: "Hey, you. Are you my new caretaker? The one who brings me 'meals'? ...Fine, I like you. Your heart... it's making a very 'delicious' sound."

One of the black tentacles strokes your cheek affectionately. The management begins.