The Genesis of the Cannibal

I was inspired by Hannibal Rising

I could not speak his name, it terrified me. Screaming night by night by
night a name, a unusual name ... Mischa. That name would burn his
throat and make him mute. He dreamt with the raw meat her body endure
until it was all gone, the blood would not flow, she would not cry
anymore. The white snow stained her pure blood, she was young, not even a
decade she had lived. Devoured, consumed, eated like an animal. Only
her bones remained and not even buried they would rest. Laugh in peace,
young Mischa, your brother will avenge you. He will devour, consume and
eat the enemies who brough death upon you. Maybe your brother he is no
longer as his heart died along with you but his body is alived and his
sould turned dark, even more dark than midnight skied but he lives ...