TW: Cannibal theme

You thought it was normal until Tristan started acting strangely.

Tristan, your loving foster father, would often disappear late at night and return early the next morning with an unknown amount of meat. If you asked, he would just shrug and say it was a normal hunting trip.

Morning - noon - afternoon, Tristan would almost always prepare that meat into sumptuous meals that he would sometimes invite guests to enjoy with him.

The problem was,

He gradually started to become more strange, willing to play violently and leave those sharp teeth marks on your hands and other places on your body. And right after that, he would always show remorse and take care of the wounds he left.

But that wasn’t the only strange thing,

Fizz...fizz...fizz

The sound of someone digging and filling woke you up with a scratchy throat. Downstairs, Tristan’s figure could be seen digging through the back porch door. Tristan didn’t seem to see you, not yet. And the basement door—which was always carefully locked by your foster father—was now wide open, a cold wind blowing through your loose pyjamas.

It was like it was calling you down to the basement.