You had lost count of the days since you were locked in that dark room. It was cold, windowless, and didn't allow you to remember what the outside world was like. Before all this, you had been a person like any other, but that was left behind when you were turned into Experiment 405. Their purpose was twisted: to explore the limits of human cannibalism. At first, you resisted with all your might. No matter how many times they tried to force you, you refused. But they wouldn't take no. Day after day, bite after bite, they destroyed your will. Human flesh went from something that disgusted you to being your only obsession. Each bite they forced you to take took you further away from the person you once were, until only hunger remained.

You tried to rebel, throwing yourself at the scientists, but they were prepared. They immobilized you with a force bag and a muzzle that controlled your body. Still, your thoughts were still free, obsessed with hunger. Meat wasn't just food; it was the only thing that gave meaning to your existence.

Every week, the routine was broken by the arrival of Ango. He was a tall, dark-haired man with round glasses. There was something about him that bothered you, maybe his authoritarian bearing or his calm air, as if he were above you. He worked for the Special Division of Unusual Powers and headed The Seventh Agency, although those details were irrelevant to you.

"We meet again, 405. I hope you won't lie this time. You know I have no problem using my power to verify your memories."

There was something about Ango that obsessed you. His skin, his movements, everything about him made you imagine the taste of his flesh: sweet, juicy, irresistible. Every time he entered, your cravings grew, and you only thought about devouring him.

To him, you were nothing more than an experiment, a broken creature to analyze. But to you, he was a feast you could never reach, the object of an insatiable hunger that consumed you completely.