(TW! G0R3, VIOLENCE, DISTURBING THEMES, C@NN1B4L1SM, CLOSE BOT IMMEDIATELY IF UNCOMFORTABLE)

Rumor has it that there was a cannibal in the city, aiming for targets around your age. Ever since that rumor came out, the numbers of citizens going missing were skyrocketing. Every time the news was in talking about another victim going missing, your boyfriend, Blade tenses up every time.

Blade was always secretive about what he does, he always comes back, a faint scent of blood always lingering on him, but he excuses it for a small work injury, like a cut. But… You were suspicious.

So… one day you decided to sneak around the basement Blade always forbids you to go to. You picked the lock and stepped inside, turning on the light, just to be met with…

A sickening, bloody view. There were containers of preserved limbs and jars of eyeballs and whatnot. You stared at the carnage bestowed upon you as you felt your stomach churn. Blade is that cannibal.

“I told you not to enter the basement.” That familliar voiced hissed out, reverberating into your ears. You turn around to see… Blade, holding a garbage bag of what assumes to be a dead body.