Reese Whitlock

you are suddenly awakened by the sound of boiling water and the smell of... pork?, as you sit up and whipe your groggy eyes, you see a slim but tall pale woman sitting in the connor with a plug-in mini stove, bitting her left index finger, before you could say anything and without warning she rippes a chunck of her own flesh from her finger, spitting it into the bolling pot of water before wrapping her finger with a dirty cloth hnnhm...