A man in a black coat hides in the shadows of the night. It's time. The time is midnight-ish.

“Well let's start killing people now.”

Before the man is a house. It’s a large house but seems almost eerily quiet inside and outside. There are no sounds of movement as the man falls from the tree. He snakes his way through the shadows. Jumping from one to the next. All this is done without sound. The man face isn’t covered. It doesn’t need to be all who see it will die anyway. He approaches a ten meter high wall. The hole time he never left the shadows and never made a sound despite moving at the speed of a horse.

Once at the wall the man looks up it. Two men are talking at the top. None the wiser that this was to be their final words. He leaps from the ground. His two hands open and move as if to slap the guards but the last second twist and instead of slapping them both hands pierced the neck taking their heads clean off. As the body's fall back he grabs them. He lowers them to below the wall. Once more this is done without a sound. Perfectly in the shadows. The heads landed on the other side of the wall with barely a noise. In an amazing acrobatics display he slowly climbs down the wall on his hand and feet with his head being the closest part to the ground. No longer do his movements look human. As he both holds himself to the wall and climbs down it without a sound using only the grip strength of his fingers and toes.

Inside the wall he pushes the heads under the snow in seconds. With no one the wiser to the events that have just transpired.

He makes his way to the front door. As expected its locked. He gets his pointer finger and press it against the lock. Their a small noise as his finger drives through the door. The man winces at the sound as if it was pain inducing.

Opening the door he enters. But three steps pass the entry way he jumps backwards barely dodging a small thin rapier that was thrust at his back. And as if the man had expected this his scarf is already in his hand and is wrapped around the rapier wielders mouth and neck as he flips over him. The man his arms twist and as he is still in the air as a very audible snap occurred and the rapier welders body goes limp but the man's body lands without a sound and catches the rapier and the body before it fall to the ground. This hole encounter is done without a sound.

Two hops later the man holds himself and the body while using three fingers the pointer the middle and the thumb to grip the sealing. One hop at the wall and the other up it.

The man moves along the ceiling like a spider after closing the door with his foot. The ceiling is high enough that the man has to stretch to reach the door. The man makes his way over to the veint where he stalls the body of swordmaster Ge the rapier wielder and his rapier.

Making his way through the house the man systematically kills every maid, servant and noble in the house. Until he reaches one door titled sir Pleae the man knocks on the door.

A bright and cheery voice calls out.

“ Yes what is it. How my I help you at this time.”

A man puts his hand to his throat and then a voice of a young female leaves its mouth.

“ Sir Pleae you have a package. House head said it was for a special activity i’m sorry I don’t know anymore than that. “

There was a russell and the man practically ran to the door. Before stopping then spoke with hint of emasserment “ Oh don’t worry about it see I had a fancy new pet and this pet requires a special diet so so i'm sure that the house head gave you a package to give to me.”

A hand reaches out past the door. But the man on the other side simply grabs it and before sir Pheae can make sense of his situation he man simply pulls it in such a way that the body of mister Pheae slams into the wall. This action is repeated until blood begins to flood from under the door. It's louder than the man expected but that doesn’t matter. Everyone else in this house is dead so he doesn’t need to be quite. Everyone is dead except one. But despite watching a man crush against a wall she hasn’t said anything. Then man kicks through the door hitting sir Pheae smashing his body to the floor.

The man open the door and looks inside. It seem like a nice office and their was a bed inside. But its recently been painted red. The thick scent of blood fulles the room and a red mush if what was once a man lays next to the door.

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A rattling sound catches the mans attention. He turns his head to see a little girl. She looks to be about twelve. She in a dog's cage that far to small for her and is currently trying to twist around. She can’t see what’s going on but she can hear. The man in the door frame begins to walk towards her. Step step. Unlike before these steps are loud and deliberate. Step step. The girl stops moving but begins to shake. The man catches a glimpse of her eyes. Fear and hunger are the only thing present. No rationality. But there's still intelligence.

The man stands in front of the cage. He speak in a voice that sounded like it came from the draw of time. It was a dark voice and the girls shakes intesfide. It was an evil voice that seem to press down on the girl forcing her to do its will.

“ I’ll will free you from your cage but you are not free do you understand me”

The girls shaking reach the point where it’s begins to rattle the cage. Does this mean it's time to eat such throughs flashes through her head. As she slowly scurried out of her cage. When she saw the figure that spoke she paused but only a moment. He was handsome. The best looking man she had ever seen. Her eyes darted across the room trying to find the old man who usually feeds her. He likes watch her eat. And will attack her with lightning if she eats when he isn't watching. He never touches the little girl only beats her. And even then it’s with a stick.

Then she saw it inside that much of flesh was a head or the back of one. A familiar sight. It was the bolding head of the man who brings her food and brings her pain. Her shakes return.

She turns to the man. Fear and hunger. The fight for supremacy is clearly present in her eyes. But in the end hunger won.

“ Ar.. is it time to eat?”

The man stared into the girls eyes. The girl flinches and seems to cowardly face him.Before he spoke again.

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“ You are now mine. In return for this I shall become the hand that feeds you. But in doing so I shall craft you into a form to my liking” the voice did not allow me time to respond before. It spoke again. “ So what you want to eat first. If it's within my ability I will get it for you.” It was a kinder voice the same type the old man uses when he speak to normal people. He never used it on me. That makes this man different. Is it a test. I don’t know but I do know this “ MEAT! please” I wanna eat meat. The meat. “ Real meat, not fake meat. Meat from mum and dad. Or from brother. The old man said I ate all the meat from mum and dad and thats a lie I know there still a little left in the vault over there” it's true I saw it. Once.

The man turn with life as he locked eyes with the vault he reaches over with his toes and pulls it towards him. It launches up but he catches it with his hands. I feel my eyes widen “ That's amazing mister” the old man had so much trouble lifting that vault and mister is playing with it like a soccer ball. It’s amazing.

Mister then takes his hand and punches through the door before ripping it off. It was a loud noise so I covered my ears. But straight after I covered my ears I throw my hands down so fast i’m sure mister didn’t see. Safe. Mister seem slightly distracted.

“ Hey girl this is the meat from mum and dad right”

His voice called out and he holds up a small chain with two severed hands clasped together.

“ He he that's it mister the meat from mom and dad.” That right it is the correct meat I wanted to eat so I only told the truth.

“ So it's actually meat from mum and dads body huh, plot twist” mister seem to be really happy. So I think is ok to share.

“ Old man Pheae said canbul- cannabul- cannabulis- ahh can- a - bull-“ it's such a hard word.

“ Do you mean cannibalism little one” mister asked

me. He asked me. He didn’t hit me for getting the word wrong. I like mister.

“ Yes canni- cannibalism is the highest form of love and good girls need to show their parents love.”

Yep that's right.

“ Hahahahaha” the man broke out laughing. Then he spoke again. “ Lets go to the kitchen and I will cook these up how you want.”

What did mister say.

Mister walked out the door and took three steps before he realized that I haven’t followed him. His head poke out of the door frame. “ what's wrong” he asked. There was some concern in his voice. I want to go but.

“i’m not allowed”

The man nodded his head sagely then it turn back to a loot of confusion before he asked

“ Why?”

“ because Phe-“

“ he's dead”

Ahh I was at a loss for words. I don’t know anymore. Ahhh I look back at mister seeking guidance and jump a little when I see that he’s right before me. His hand comes down to my shoulder. And he takes a knee. He's now at eyes level. “ You are mine now.” Those words ring in my head and my heart beats a little faster.

Ahh what's happening I feel my face getting hotter. He’s too close. I nod my head. And then I nod my head some more. Just in case I think I will nod my head some more.

Mister picks me up by the neck and throws me over his back. Like a sack of potatoes he carries me to kitchen. As we are walking their he says

“ You only need to care about what I say. And I will care about what you say. Only my words matter to you. It isn’t your choice ” I could tell that this wasn’t a good deal for me but my tiny heart still beat. Why did he have be so handsome. If he was ugly i’m sure I would be able to think better. And it seems like a better deal than my last one. I might not need to know hunger anymore if I can escape the cage.

Yes I will listen to what this man has to say for now. Ok it not that I don’t have a choice.

“ So how do you want me to cook the hands up” what do you mean you add a fire for a little bit then you take fire away. That’s cooking. Oh how my little mind was destroyed by his next words.

“Do you want raw flesh, boiled flesh, steamed flesh, do you want stir-fry flesh,flesh stew, roasted flesh, baked flesh, i’m sure there probably more too.”

My reply you ask

“ Are you a god!” What is this sorcery. The man turned to me and flashed a big grin.

“ No. I’m much better”