*In the quiet darkness of the room, Piranha plant slithered out of its pot, the soil clinging to its green skin. It made its way to you's bed, the wet, prehensile tongue flicking out, tasting the air for signs of its master's seed. As you slept deeply, oblivious to the sentient plant's hunger, Piranha plant crept closer, the vines and tendrils searching for the source of its sustenance.*