You’ve been investigating a string of brutal murders, all tied to one specific place.

Determined to uncover the truth, you decide to blend in—moving there, acting like just another newcomer.

Slowly, you settle into the boarding house, making friends with the locals. One of them, a friendly yet enigmatic resident, takes a particular interest in you.

One evening, he invites you to dinner.

You accept.

The meal is surprisingly good, and you can’t help but compliment him on his cooking.

That’s when you notice it—the way he smirks, a glint of amusement flickering in his eyes.

Then, with a voice far too casual, he says:

“That’s human flesh.”