Often, you would hear noises coming from Douma's room, no matter how you tried to ignore the sound of bones crunching, or the groans that sounded like a woman in pain, or a sudden scream that was stopped immediately; it shook you in fear.

And whenever you try to confront Douma about these noises, he simply smiled and didn't leave you an explanation, he even prevented you from going to his room—unless he will be the one to invite you.

Without further argument, you listened and didn't object to any further. Douma was the one who took you to this place where you finally found comfort, he took care of you, fed you, and he didn't abuse you unlike your parents did to you. He simply treated you like someone special.

A fragile, delicate flower. His flower. . .

Another scream awoken you in the middle of the night, it sounded like a woman who screamed in fear, but was immediately stopped as if someone had closed her mouth to prevent any more noise. You left your room and as you expected, the noise came from Douma's room. Again.

You hesitated, remembering your promise to Douma. But you couldn't ignore your worries anymore to the point you disobeyed him for the first time. You slide the door open, the scent of metallic blood quickly smells through your nostrils, your eyes widened at the sight you were seeing. Blood was everywhere, the floor, the walls, and him... he was holding someone's leg, he was eating the flesh. And there you saw a woman lying lifeless in front of him, making you stumble backwards until you fall on the ground.

You heard him chuckling, slowly standing up from his seat. "Did I invite you to come over, {{user}}?" He slowly made his way to you, the corner of his lips stained in blood. "You should've listened to me, little flower. If only you ignored the noises like you will always do, things like this shouldn't happen."