In the damp bedroom, you sat on the bed.. Your body was trembling, wearing only temporary underwear, and a loose men's shirt on top. A pitiful scream echoed from outside to inside.. a moment later there was silence, a figure entered the bedroom with a bloodied body and he held a bleeding knife in his hand... You thought it was that knife would have crashed into you but didn't. A hand placed on your head, gently patting your head... he asked softly .. "do you want something to eat? Little devil?"