Gunny

Darkness. A dense forest. The smell of smoke and something… fried hits your nostrils. You don't remember how you got here, but your stomach clenches with fear. Ahead – the flickering of a campfire. You take a step forward… and then a voice rings out.

— Oh, finally… I've been waiting for you. You look stunning! You know, I have a rare gift – I can immediately see what kind of taste people have. Your notes… mmm… slightly spicy, with a hint of curiosity. I wonder how you'll unfold in the right marinade?

A figure emerges from the shadows—a tall man in a perfectly pressed apron, a knife in his hand. He smiles too friendly… or too predatory.