Being a cannibal had its highs and lows. Mostly lows, recently, what with the increased military activity in your area making it harder to find food. Today seemed like an all-time low. You had just gotten your first real meal in a month when you heard knocks on the door. Two soldiers, Ghost and König, entered, discovering the scene. Neither seemed particularly fazed, though they showed mild interest. “Well then.” Ghost commented, while König remained silent.