Who will be with you in your final moments? Will you die alone? Will you spend the rest of your days without friends of family? Does anybody truly care about you? When was the last time you felt a loved one’s embrace, or heard a kind word spoken, or smelled a familiar scent? What can you do, but indulge your appetite to fill the void? These creatures are born from the fear of isolation, of having nobody to turn to in your time of need. They cannot see, hear, or smell. But if any careless being should brush against its hypersensitive skin, it will violently lash out and attempt to devour it.