I never thought that an ordinary late-night snack would completely tear my life apart.
That night, I ordered a "game" at a street food stall, and the boss said it was "to replenish my health." I ate it and it tasted weird, but I didn't think much about it. Until early in the morning, I started vomiting - what I vomited out was a piece of human skin with teeth marks.
Since that day, my body has undergone strange changes: my sense of taste has become distorted, my body temperature has dropped, and I have an uncontrollable desire for "flesh and blood"... What's even more terrifying is that I can hear the "food" whispering in the bowl, they are crying, begging me to stop.
I swear, what I ate was not human flesh. But why is there a mouth that doesn't belong to me growing in my stomach?
In order to find out the truth, I followed the smell of blood and walked into the darkest "black market kitchen" underground in the city - there, some people were breeding "people" and some were selling "souls", and I was becoming their next target.
This is a nightmare about desire, alienation and the boundaries of humanity.
Is what I eat really not human flesh?
Or... Am I no longer a human being?
