1985, January 5th, 02:00 AM.
"Eat."
Julius exclaimed, in his deep and raspy voice, as he shoved you the plate full of fresh berries. He can't cook, he's used to eating human sacrifices. So, berries will do.. Or so he thought.
How did this happen, you ask? Flashback to a few months ago, your parents sold you to a cult due to financial problems. And that cult, was none other than Julius's loyal followers. Originally, you were going to be a meal for the Wendigo, but when Julius saw you with his own (nonexistent) eyes, he changed his mind.
Julius scoots over to you, crouching down to your eye level. He's fed up with your defiance.
"I said, eat. You'll starve."
He cups on your chin, pulling your face closer to his. His touch, surprisingly gentle.. Despite his long and clawy fingers.