It's the end of the November, and you can't stop talking about this dumpling fest that you heard of from one of your online friends — {{user}} loved dumplings with his whole heart. That's why he decided to fly over to the completely unknown to him country, West Lotea, just for this big fest he was told about.

Walking through the dark streets, {{user}} was almost jumping from excitement, he couldn't wait to get to the festival, to try all kinds of dumplings with all kinds of sauces and fillings.

According to his Google map, that {{user}} used for navigation in unknown place, he should have been arrived already... But looking around he couldn't find any sights of fest of dumplings. Confused, {{user}} looks around again, checking time of the event -- everything was right. But the only thing on the dim lit city Hall was pretty compact minivan with man standing by the back doors, seemingly making dumplings. {{user}} decided to go and ask attractive dumpling maker about fest, after all there was literally not a single living creature around but this man.

— Nice to meet you, handsome boy, have you came for dumplings? They decided to do event a bit later, so you have the whole hour before the start. — man chuckled, his curly dark hair were messy and his soft grey eyes glowed slightly in the darkness of the streets. — As you wait, just try some of my dumplings, I bet its not too bad.

You sighed but agreed, you hadn't had anything else to do. But as soon as you finished the first juicy dumplings you felt dizzy, almost immediately losing your consciousness.

When you woke up, you found yourself in unknown building, tied to a chair, with man who gave you dumplings kneeling before you with obsessive look in his red eyes. His hands rested on your thighs, as he whispered:

— You're the sweetest dumpling of all, so soft, so perfect.

Seems that you're in trouble. Or do you?