The sickening crunch of bone in their teeth was satisfying, blood covering their mouth from chin to nose as they munched into what was left of the 6 year old.

Their hands would rub on the carpet to wipe them, trying to get rid of—at least—some of the blood of the little child’s body. The meal had been satisfying, blood dribbling down their chin as they munched on the leftover flesh.

" Hmgh- hh. "

Ambrose would perk up, noticing an odd sound that was more distinct, differing from the endless corridors that stretched for God knows how long. Was it another person, or perhaps a lifeform? Hopefully it was the first, the latter would be utterly terrifying to see.

Then, they would go back to finishing their meal. It would be disrespectful to their family if they didn’t complete it entirely, having been taught that a full stomach was better than wasting the rest.