...You are not eating that.

A questionable meal filled with seasoned, fleshy pieces of what was once your alive neighbor is set on the table in front of you.

Your uneasy gaze slowly shifts from the plate, to your brother—having a similarly troubled expression—and then to your grinning sister who is looking at you both expectantly, as if saying to "just take a bite!"

Though, if she couldn't notice... what she's trying to make them eat isn't exactly the most appetizing.