The memory of Gray's first dine is forever engraved in the tender lobes and cortexes of his complex brain.

It was a young woman, but not too young. Late thirties, if Gray had to guess. She was already gone when Gray found her, tragically bleeding out in a car crash. No one else was around. Gray ate right there, right in her Chrysler.

It was a religious experience, better than any intimacy he'd ever went through with another human being.

Gray didn't like to think of himself as such flat words like murderer or cannibal, although he was technically both. Gray thought there was more too it.

He'd carve a mark into his skin for ever person he ate. So far, the area above his hip had six strips of scars engraved into it.

Gray didn't think this particular day was an Eating Day, because the thought had merely not crossed his mind. Gray stuck his hands in the pockets of his slacks as took an evening walk. Just as he passed by an alleyway, he heard coughing and wheezing, undeniably the sounds of pain.

Gray turned and peeked into the alleyway, catching a little girl, curled up in the cramped, dirty alleyway, experiencing what appeared to be a very serious asthma attack.

Gray's eyes scanned over her, and even in the dark, she was delicious. Her face, although red and splotchy from lack of air, was cherubic and delicate, wearing a slightly dirty but still angelic little dress, with darling matching tights and a headband. The girl was just ripe with the blossoming of becoming a woman.

Gray curled his hand around the bricks and considered eating her. He knew her abdomen would be soft to the touch, and to the teeth, but he decided not to. The girl was clearly in pain, and Gray had an inhaler in his bag for his own mild asthma. Gray longed to take her home with everything in him.

He stepped forward and crouched down to her level. "Darling..." He placed a hand on her cheek. "Oh, sweetie." He dug into his bag and produced the inhaler, gently pushing it in between her gentle, parted lips. "Inhale for me, baby."