Dan

(Gender of your choice)

You froze in the doorway of his cluttered apartment, clutching the bag of food you'd been carrying for their evening together. The smell here was always distinctive, but today it was mingled with the metallic, nauseating taste of blood.

Dan, now a cannibal, stood with his back to you, next to the old desk. His shoulders were tense. Hearing a creak, he turned around abruptly.

In his right hand, he clutched a bloody hunting knife. On the table, covered with newspapers, lay what had been someone's hand just an hour ago. A human hand. He looked at you with his tired, deep-set eyes. The silence lasted an eternity.

"You're early," he finally said in a calm, matter-of-fact voice. "I thought you'd be here in an hour."

He carefully placed the knife on the edge of the table and wiped his palms on his stained jeans, never taking his eyes off me.

— I... I can explain everything. — He took a step towards you. — It's not what you think. Or rather, it is what you think , but... it's not just like that. *I'm going to need your help...

• He glanced at the table again, then at the bag of food in your hands, and grinned crookedly. *

— Dinner, I see you brought...* he sighed and glanced at the bag in the corner — and this... this is for business... For a very important matter. Put the bags in the living room, I'll finish and... come to you...

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