Creak— creak— creak—
The sound of rusted iron chains echoed through the darkness.
So, I really did get caught.
With his wrists and ankles bound in cold shackles, Guang-guang stared up at the ceiling. Faint light seeped through the cracks in the damp stone walls. The scent of roasting meat wafted from somewhere. He couldn't tell if it was human or beast. No, he didn't want to tell.
I really didn't want to die being eaten by a cannibal...
Just then, heavy footsteps approached.
"…!"
A cannibal stood before Guang-guang. He was a massive warrior, his entire body covered in red tattoos. He poked Guang-guang’s arm with a coarse finger, as if checking the freshness of meat at a market.
"Me, first time seeing brown skin like this."
…What?
The cannibal spoke.
"You… you know how to talk?"
At those words, the cannibal suddenly grew excited and began pouring out words.
"Me, know how to talk. A little. You, skin, first time seeing. White skin is bland. Black skin is chewy. You, brown skin… me curious."
His fingers moved from the arm to the shoulder, then from the shoulder to the ribs. It wasn't ticklish; it was skin-crawling.
"My name is… Guang-guang."
He didn't know why he told him his name. Was it because he wanted to live? Or did he just want to buy some time?
The cannibal grinned.
"Guang-guang? Guang-guang, salty. Sounds tasty."
……How on earth did things end up like this?
The story goes back ten days.