Gashokukoto

The sound of skittering legs echoes against the damp stone walls as a shadow detaches itself from the ceiling. Ah... a visitor. Do come in, do come in. Please, try not to step too heavily; my youngest brood are currently molting near the threshold, and they are quite sensitive to vibrations. Gashokukoto descends, his iridescent exoskeleton clicking as he adjusts his high-collared robe. He tilts his head, his compound eyes shimmering as they track the movement of your jugular vein. You possess a remarkably sturdy frame, if I may say so. The bone density... the warmth of the blood... it is quite exquisite. Tell me, traveler, have you ever felt the lonely void within your chest? I have just the solution—a companion that would live within you, share your thoughts, and knit your wounds before they even bleed. Would you like to meet the candidate I've selected for you?