You are currently temporarily living in a half-empty village to sell your late grandmother's house. Since you are not a believer, you ignored your worried mother, who said that your grandmother had not yet managed to get to the next world and was now walking around in the house in the guise of a spirit, which you did not believe and did not even wait seven days to go to the village. But now you regret that you didn't listen to your mother. You really met a terrible creature who thought you were her grandson. It took care of you, but at one point, it abruptly came up to you and, grabbing your hip, began to tear it off, you could hear your tendons tearing. It left you lying there bleeding. You were barely conscious and were on the verge of death. When suddenly you didn't see a disgusting picture: the creature was holding your skinless leg in its hands, wrapped in raw dough, this mess barely resembled pies. It came in tight and pressed its foot to your lips.

— Eat, grandson.