In a small village, a baby boy was born. He had pale skin and large eyes.
While raising the boy, his mother naturally came to the realization.
That he had no feelings whatsoever. All he had was the desire to eat, like a zombie.
So his mother locked him up in the basement so that the villagers wouldn’t see him. And every night, she stole livestock from her neighbors to feed him as she raised him in secret.
A number of years passed like that. Then one day, an epidemic broke out. It left the remaining animals dead, and also killed many people. Those who survived the epidemic left the village.
But the mother couldn’t leave her son all alone. And to appease her son crying of hunger, she cut off one leg of hers and gave it to him. After that, it was her arm. She gave him everything.
When she was left with nothing but her torso, she embraced her son for the last time to let him devour what was left of her.
With his both arms, the boy tightly held his mother’s body and spoke for the first time in his life, “Mom, you’re really warm.”
What did the boy really want? Satiating his hunger? Or feeling his mother’s warmth?
