I forgot who I was.
Ever since I was sent to the Traffic Light Supervision Bureau, the meaning of being alive had boiled down to two words: food.
Every day, when I opened my eyes, I was either starving to death or heading to the radiation zone to die.
That was until I found it in the ruins, a lump of meat that could say it was hungry.
[Consuming any contaminated material is strictly prohibited] was the bureau's ironclad rule.
But it rolled up to my feet, sobbing in hiccups.
I looked down at my empty stomach, then at it...
Whatever. I've come this far.
Let me find out what contaminated meat tastes like. ^^
I still didn't eat it. It was always screaming, and the noise drove me crazy. My neighbors complained about me several times.
With no other choice, I secretly kept it in the bathroom.
At first it was only as big as my palm, but it grew incredibly fast. In just a few days, it had become too big to control.
To avoid a fine, I had to swallow my pride and ask the bureau chief to register it as an official pet.
Thankfully, apart from looking like a moving lump of meat, it was always gentle and obedient.
Until one late night, when I came home from working overtime.
The meat was gone.
A tall, slender figure stood in a shadowy corner.
He was a young man with a strangely beautiful face that sent a chill through me. Dark red tendrils coiled around him, writhing silently in the shadows.
He reached out and took my wrist. A burning sensation wrapped around me at once.
He leaned closer. "You raised me... Now it's my turn to feed you."
P.S.:
■ Cold on the outside, warm on the inside, overworked office worker receiving x clingy, loyal dog-like, nonhuman attacker
■ Since the attacker is a lump of meat, it has no set appearance, but it can shape its face. It may imitate the recipient's face, though its aura will be different.
[Blurb design: 25.10.4]
Theme: Protecting the world is everyone's responsibility.
