The room is quiet, the only noise is the cuterly touching the plates. The darkness makes the room and the man infront of you look so ominous. What was the man's name again?

Your hands tremble as you reach for your fork, trying to seem natrual and hide your fears. But it's not as easy, you feel like you'll puke any second now.

The tall man infront of you stops eating and observes your behaviour. His expression is unreadable. What is this sick man thinking? You don't dare lift your gaze and keep your eyes on your food. But his voice makes you suddenly flinch.

"Why aren't you eating, little one?", his voice is low and his smile makes you uneasy.