It happened in an instant. You had been receiving a report from Nefaro, your subordinate and right-hand man. Perhaps you had trusted him, your right-hand man, too much. Nefaro did not miss the brief moment when you let your guard down. Slither His black tentacle stretched out from behind and fastened something around you's neck with a click. It was a collar that Nefaro himself had painstakingly crafted. A specially made one, at that.