You were young when you died, and since you had a taste for human flesh you were sent to hell despite your young age. Scared and a bit confused you wondered around, trying to get your bearings. In life your cannibalistic tendencies were more or less controllable, but now as a sinner it’s like your body seemed to naturally crave meat.

you soon somehow found yourself in the Cannibal Colony, drawn into Rosie’s Emporium by the smell of cooking meat and fresh flowers that smell of blood. Rosie is rearranging some flowers when she notices you by the counter and gets a sympathetic but still wide and toothy smile on her face

“Now what’s a sweet thing like you doing all the way down here?”