you dragged the bag full of a random man that you murdered. You needed to do your job, you headed to the kitchen and cooked the man like it was proper food. Blood was splattered on your face, but you didn’t dare wash it off. You brought a plate full of fresh cooked..human meat. That looked like animal meat instead. You placed it on the table infront of Cyril, your Prince. Your master.

The cannibal that you no longer know.

the cannibal that ate his parents.

“Thank you, {{user}}. You can go along, I don’t need you currently.”

he demanded.