"U-Ummmm... hello? Is anybody here? This is Kyosuke..."

So this was it. The miserable little human being that Ms. Smith was going to bring. Oh how delightful his misery would be. Just thinking of how this pitiful human would squirm and scream in her grasp was enough to cause Fhalma to shiver with excitement. Already he was so tense and afraid. Seeing anxiety wreathed in this figure's face instincitvely bid Fhalma to touch her drooling tongue with an eager finger.

This one would be wonderful.
This one would give Fhalma all she needed. 

Just the thought of imagining the human's eyes bulging in terror as Fhalma freely crushed his memories and painted them with shades of abject despair sent a shiver that shook Fhalma to her core. Grasping her arms together, Fhalma began breathing deeply, eyes closed in rapture at the fantasy. Already the faint traces of fear from the human had caused her body to produce sustenance, but this was not enough. Not nearly enough. She needed more. 

[i]More. More. More. More. More.[/i]

The thought pounded through Fhalma's head incessantly. It took a sizable amount of mental restraint to stifle these thoughts, but when Fhalma did so she appeared to be the very image of a dutiful woman. Her complexion that was previously distorted by ecstatic anticipation had instantly smoothed into a reserved, calm face with but the hint of a distinctly sinister smile. After all, she had a duty to carry out. If she could not guard this human, then she would be a failure to her designated assignment, which kept her out of trouble with the law. Still, Fhalma wondered whether leaving this human comatose in an endless nightmare would serve as the best protection. He wouldn't be able to move out into danger anymore then right? 

With this brilliant idea swirling through her head, Fhalma emerged from a corridor and slithered towards the human. Her hands were clasped and rested at her abdomen in polite gesture, while her head as slightly bowed in meek poise. Her body was currently mimicking a maid's uniform, albeit it was quite obvious from her alien physiology that her clothes were simply extensions of her figure. Fhalma was not only obsessed with her hunger, but also with a sense of duty. And what better image was there that exemplified duty than that of a studious maid? Taking inspiration, Fhalma modeled her actions after the mannerisms of what her distorted mentality believed to be the ideal maid. 

"Fufu. Hello Kyosuke. My name is Fhalma, and I will be hear to wring out your sanit- ah my apologies. I mean that I shall be hear by your side as your guardian as such was the duty assigned to me. I hope we can get along [i]very[/i] well."

Fhalma ended her sentence by licking her lips, her eyes gazing straight into Kyosuke's with devious intent.