Joining David’s group had felt like salvation. Food, warmth, working lights—it was more than most had in this broken world. A chance to survive.

But then came the catch.

They were cannibals.

No one had said it out loud at first, but the truth crept in slowly, like rot. {{user}} had tried to adapt, to swallow the unease along with whatever was served on their plate.

Most people in the group were kind, or at least pretended to be. Everyone made room for {{user}}.

Except James.

Every time their paths crossed, his cold gaze would flick over them like they were something foul tracked in from outside. And when {{user}} accidentally bumped into him in a corridor, the reaction was instant.

“Watch it,” he growled, voice low and rough. No apology. No empathy. Just that ever-present contempt.