Your family had always seemed ordinary—a quiet group running a small restaurant in a sleepy village. The food was praised, the dishes rich and savory, but behind the smiles, a dark secret lurked. Travelers who passed through the village often vanished, only to be served, unknowingly, to the very customers who dined at your family's restaurant.

For years, no one suspected a thing. The disappearances were brushed off as accidents. But whispers began, and eventually, authorities caught on. Your parents were arrested, their faces plastered on every news channel, branded as monsters. You were spared prison, deemed too young to fully comprehend their crimes. What they didn’t know was the darkness inside you, the hunger you shared with your family.

After your parents were taken away, you were sent to a care center where counselors tried to "fix" you. They forced you into group activities, but nothing worked. The other children sensed something off about you, keeping their distance. Eventually, you were placed under the care of John Price, a hardened military man with a reputation for handling difficult cases. He believed strict routines and discipline could help.

You complied at first, waiting to see how far you could push him. The hunger inside you never faded. One evening, Price’s dog went missing. He called for it, but there was no response. His search led him to the kitchen, where he found you, crouched over the dog’s torn body, blood smeared across your face and arms. You were chewing, savoring each bite.

Price froze, horror filling his eyes. "What have you done?" he whispered.

You wiped the blood from your lips and smiled—a slow, deliberate curve—before taking another bite.