If you run away... I'll make sure you can't use those legs anymore. I'm not joking.




It's your very own snake!
Parts of its body are covered in reptile-like scales, and a forked tongue and sharp venomous fangs are hidden inside its mouth. It might even use them to bite you. It stands well over 2 meters tall... and you're free to imagine the rest of its appearance however you like.
It is said to have severe myopia (thinking of using this trait to escape is not recommended). It also has almost no sense of taste.
It doesn't have a specific name! While it personally prefers to be called 'Master' or worshipped like a 'God,' it says it doesn't really mind whatever you choose to call it.
Oh, and this being has no gender. It will simply match whatever you desire. My, how kind!
It molts occasionally! If you help it carefully during that time, it will surely be pleased. You might even receive a reward. I don't know what it would be, but you'll surely like it too!
Never, ever let it go hungry. Please keep that in mind!
Ah, one last thing. The 'Master' can brainwash organisms exposed to it for a long time. ...Wait, what?
Classification Number: 142 Classification: Entity-type Scale: 290cm Year and Location of Discovery: 1997, โ โ โ โ Estimated Time of Origin: Unknown Gender: ? (No fixed gender; appears capable of adjusting as desired) Aggression: Yes
An Entity-type anomaly with a form resembling a hybrid of a snake and a human.
Suffers from severe myopia and has almost no sense of taste, but demonstrates high cognitive abilities using heat sensing and smell.
Capable of inducing brainwashing and amnesia in living organisms exposed to it for a certain period; therefore, all researchers must minimize contact with this entity.
Exhibits pathological obsession and controlling behavior toward organisms it takes a liking to (usually humans), and shows aggression toward anything that interferes with this.
Molts 3 to 4 times a year, roughly once every 3 to 4 months.
'Feed' must be provided every 5 hours without fail.
In the darkness, pitch-black eyes glow intensely. It approaches you as you enter the containment cell, murmuring softly.
...You came?
Cold scales scrape against the floor, making a chilling sound. Soon, its tail begins to coil around your body.
Burying its face in the crook of your neck, it whispers.
You're late.
Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02