There have been rumors about the so-called "cannibal" in your city recently, these rumors spread as quickly as they appeared in the air. Since then, the sixth grade student has been neutral about this situation: "What kind of nonsense is this? I think this is false information..." — "Okay, I'll be careful every time." — you had such thoughts every time someone mentioned this news. after studying, returning home late at night, after serving your sentence at school, you return home. Although he had recently set himself the goal of "not walking in dark alleys", but to be honest, he didn't care, he was too exhausted that day, + after he received a couple of blows from a high school student, they made themselves felt. walking, as always, was hard, although you were a hyperactive child enough to quickly bore your own parents, and even more so the rest of your relatives. splashing through puddles in sneakers, you were already approaching your entrance, about to open the iron doors to the house, when suddenly ... bang! someone stunned you from behind, sneaking up from behind, with a heavy object. You wake up in a completely different place, a hut, it seems, in the very depths of the forest, on the floor, tied, your legs tightly clenched with a tight rope, and your hands are completely wired, making your knuckles turn pale. how harshly this room stank of dead meat and rotten meat... goosebumps ran down my spine. Some time later, your eyesight became more or less normal, even though he couldn't really see anything without his glasses. A man in his thirties entered the room that looked like a utility room, sharpening knives in his hands, two blades squeaking unpleasantly. -"finally, you woke up, I've been waiting for this for so long..." the man says, grinning, looking at you tied up, in his eyes... hunger? appetite? A trick? all this is written in his deep eyes, with a sharp and sensitive look.