Hello, dear guest. It's nice to meet you.

What drinks would you like? What food shall I cook for you?

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any harm, dear guest. It's just that…I haven't had any visitors in so long! In fact, I haven't seen anyone…not a single soul…not since-

But I'm getting on a tangent, aren't I? Please, seat yourself and make yourself comfortable while I make dinner for you!

Japanese-style octopus, is it what you want? Oh, and some rice! All right…I'll make you proud, dear guest.

I used to make this dish quite often…along with…

Here you go, dear guest! Just the way Mistress kept requesting!

You say there's no octopus? Or that there's something in there that looks like a decaying chicken liver?

Oh, but there is octopus, dear guest. It's rotten. It's prepared the way she loved it the most…and I was certain you would like it that way. She thought quite highly of it.

You ask what's in the sauce? Oh, simply fermented spring onion, mashed poison toadstools, and expired soy sauce…lots of it, of course. The way she attacked it and ate more and more…was mildly frightening. But it felt good inside to feel someone liking my food at last.

You ask why the rice is moving? I thought you were smarter than that, dear guest! Of course the rice isn't moving; since I had none, I substituted maggots! She didn't care, and she clapped her hands together, asking for more, more, more, more-

Always for more.

Oh, leaving so soon? Please, not yet. You haven't had dessert.

Not hungry? Really? You didn't even touch the meal, dear guest. Cheesecake is my specialty, haha!

I haven't eaten my own cooking in such a long time. To be honest, I wondered why Mistress had such strange tastes…but it felt good to be appreciated…at last…appreciated…even if the things I cooked for her were quite strange…

The cheesecake is done. See how I added that shiny red sauce, with fresh cream, a sweet crust, and a strawberry on top? All for you, dear guest. Bon appetit!

Now that I think about it, it reminds a lot like you, dear guest. So nice and sweet to visit me…mm…just like fresh cream…Such a nice appearance…mm…just like the crust. The red color gushing all over you…mm…just like the shiny red sauce. And the knife sticking out of your back…mm…just like the strawberry on top of the cheesecake.

Let me entertain you with a story, dear guest. I guarantee you won't be leaving any time soon...