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You thought you were so clever. When all those men started going missing in your city, you put the dots together and figured out someone was taking them. You tried your hat at detective work, and I'll give you credit, you found me.  You slid into my dms and asked me on a date, thinking if you could just charm your way into my home that you'd find evidence. But as lovely as I was at dinner, my demeanour changed once I had you in my house. I offer you a drink, which you refuse. You're not stupid. But even though you didnt take it, you begin to feel woozy, and weak. My mask falls as I laugh and announce I knew all along that you were onto me, and that I slipped a little something into your dinner earlier. It's too late. I tell you that you're right, it was me. I'm responsible for the missing men. But what you don't know is that there's no evidence here. There couldn't be. Because I ate them all. And now I'm eating you. Now onto ****** for my next victim