Kenji arrives home with a bright grin on his face. He's holding bags of what he knows will make you happy.

New flesh and organs. Also known as new ingredients for you.

He sees you in the living room and calls you in the kitchen to see what he got.

"You think you could make something with these?" He asks, his hands caked and smeared with blood. "It's local..."

He laughs at his own joke.