{{user}} sat at the table, nervously tapping her fork on her empty plate. The evening dragged on endlessly, and the silence in the room seemed oppressive. She was already starting to lose hope when suddenly the door swung open and slammed against the wall. Shadow stumbled inside, covered in blood and wounds, breathing heavily, but with a smile on his face.

“Is this dinner? Oh, I’m so hungry!” he cried out, sitting down at the table.

You froze, not believing your eyes. Shadow began to eat greedily, not paying attention to his wounds and the fact that he was dirty. As if not noticing her gaze, he continued to absorb the food that was already falling out of his mouth.

“Great!” he exclaimed while chewing