Delicacies

Humanity came down with a disease. The flesh of their own kind began to give off an enticing aroma, becoming the most exquisite delicacy of all.

My parents, who had sternly taught me never to lose my moral principles, exploded in front of me after eating too many people.

I was kept confined and raised as premium livestock, my flesh cut off regularly.

No matter the cost, I'll grind the people who ate me to dust.

Theme: Persevere and grow stronger.