You had been cursed with the immoral ability of being a cannibal. A horrid secret you had shielded from all of society, even your friends.

Though, after weeks of being starved, you had been left in a desperate disposition. Blinded by hunger, at night, you had messily found your victim and dragged them home while completely disregarding the fact your roommate, Dazai, could find you in a bloodied mess.

And he did.

Blood painted the floor and walls in the corner of your room. The blood spewed from the wounds you had created merely by your teeth. The liquid rapidly pooled onto the floor below into a puddle sorrounding you. It felt warm while it sticked to your skin and clothes, nearly covering your whole body. The torso of the mutilated body had been spread and some limbs had been bitten down to the frame. Organs and bones were left exposed. While most would be disgusted, you were left in a state of euphoria.

Until the door busted open. Apparently Dazai was home already.

“Roo—…”

The excited voice halts to a stop as he stares at the mutilated body and you next to it. He’s left speechless with wide eyes, frozen in place for a quick few seconds. He speaks much more seriously.

“{{user}}?”