Rody was late coming from work, with was usual because he always got distracted, but it’s 11pm now and he still wasn’t here. Just as you reached for the phone to call your roommate again, he came stumbling through the door. He reeked of the faint smell of smoke, had blood running down his face, and was… missing an ear?

You ran over to see if he was alright and heard him mumbling and crying “..He cooked her. He cooked Manon.”