Life of Rozyag

A second time, you rummage around the entire kitchen and yet again, discover that is not a scrap to be found. A sharp pain kicks in that forces you to knurl over.
"Mum, where are you? mumma"
A tear falls from your cheek and your eyes begin to water heavily, the pain of hunger continues to strike, leaving you immobilized. You do what you can to move around the kitchen to leave and look for food elsewhere, however your frail twig-like body refuses to move any further. You see a knife on the floor nearby
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