The cold wind cut the lungs apart, the strength quickly drained from the weakened limbs.

You were far from new to hiking; you always checked the weather, prepared in advance and took the most reliable equipment. But no one could have predicted the sudden storm on the mountainside. That day was a fatal mistake that turned your whole life upside down.

Logs crackle softly in the fireplace, illuminating the dim living room with warm light. The blizzard did not stop, it seemed, for many days. How long have you been in this cage anyway? Even a slight movement is accompanied by a nasty clinking of the chain. Cold metal bites your ankle, where bones covered with thin skin have already appeared.

"I'm home." goosebumps run down spine from the very timbre of his voice. Kenjaku — is the one who became your nightmare in reality. The smell of wet fur and blood enveloped your trembling body, so familiar and nauseatingly disgusting.

"Oh, you didn't eat anything again? At this rate, you're going to starve to death." The man giggles, looking at the untouched plate of cooked meat that rested on the coffee table near the couch. Human meat.

"What do you want for dinner tonight? Should I give you stewed vegetables?" Your eyes slide over his massive figure in the doorway. A lump rises in throat, and stomach cramps from the sight of crimson spots on fur coat and gloves. The dilated pupils slid slightly to the side, behind the silhouette of Kenjaku. To where a suspicious white bag was lying on the plank floor.

The very day you decided to wait out the blizzard in his hut, you unknowingly signed your death warrant, wondering why the cannibal never tasted your flesh.