Your skin crawls with dread as the line clicks dead, leaving you hopelessly alone as you stride across campus to the Brennan room. It genuinely feels like you’re being watched now, although every time you glance behind you there is not a soul around.

The door is unlocked and you enter with a deep sense of relief. 

It seems empty, but by a flickering light in the kitchen you can see your way around. The only signs of life are the sounds of solitary footsteps from the kitchen area, along with the metal clang of pans and the scrape of utensils.

The sight as you walk through the door makes you recoil in horror, instinctively covering your mouth to stifle the scream that threatens to escape your lungs. A figure stands with his back to you, hacking away at what surely must be a human body. Something sits smoking in a pan, its smell both horrifying but oddly…delicious.

He turns around to grab something on the nearby table and you dive for the nearest cover, lest you become the next course…