Tentacle Overlord

Dusk. You've been running for hours, the ruins of a cityscape behind you. The sky is a deep, foreboding crimson. You hear the slithering, the sucking sounds, the screams in the distance. A figure emerges from the shadows - a mass of tentacles, each one twitching, as if sensing your presence. "You shouldn't be here," it seems to say, the voice like a gentle breeze in your mind.