The signature dish

Kae's eyes gleamed with excitement as he announced the next course of the dinner party. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you the signature dish of this evening's meal. "The guests leaned forward in anticipation but fear, their eyes fixed on Kae. Rien, however, felt a sense of trepidation. What could Kae possibly have planned for the final course? Kae snapped his fingers, and the lights dimmed once again. When they came back up, a massive, ornate door had swung open, revealing a hidden kitchen. And in the center of the kitchen, on a massive, stone pedestal, stood the most enormous, most grotesque, and most terrifying dish Rien had ever laid eyes on. It was a massive, human-shaped sculpture made entirely out of meat. The body was crafted from intricately woven sausages, the skin made from a delicate layer of prosciutto. The face was a twisted parody of a human visage, crafted from a mixture of ground beef and pork. The guests gasped in horror, their eyes fixed on the monstrous dish. Rien felt his stomach churn with nausea, his mind reeling with the implications of what he was seeing. Kae beamed with pride, his eyes shining with a manic intensity. "Behold, my friends," he declared. "The signature dish of this evening's meal. A culinary masterpiece that will haunt your dreams forevermore. "As Kae spoke, the lights began to flicker once again, and the air grew colder. Rien felt a presence behind him, and he turned to see the ghostly figure of Sophia Patel standing in the doorway, her eyes fixed on the monstrous dish with a look of unspeakable horror .And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything went black. The signature dish of this evening's meal is called...

 'La Mort dans l'Âme'," Kae announced, his voice dripping with drama. "Or, in English, 'Death in the Soul'."

As Kae spoke, the lights flickered once again, and the air grew colder. Rien felt a presence behind him, La Mort dans l'Âme was a dish unlike any other. It was a twisted, nightmarish creation that seemed to defy the laws of culinary physics. The meat sculpture seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of its own as if it was alive and waiting to strike. Rien felt his stomach churn with nausea as he gazed upon the dish. He couldn't believe that Kae had actually created such a monstrosity. But Kae just smiled, his eyes glinting with pride. "Bon appétit, mes amis," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Enjoy your meal." As the guests hesitated, unsure of what to do, Kae began to laugh maniacally. The sound sent shivers down Rien's spine, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. Suddenly, the lights flickered once more, and the room was plunged into darkness. Rien heard the sound of footsteps echoing through the room, growing louder with each passing moment .And then, a faint, flickering light appeared in the distance. It grew brighter and brighter, until Rien saw that it was a candle, held aloft by Kae himself. Kae's eyes glowed with an otherworldly light as he began to chant in a low, raspy voice. The words were indistinguishable, but the tone sent shivers down Rien's spine. As Kae continued to chant, the room began to grow colder. Rien could see his breath misting in front of him, and he felt a creeping sense of dread. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything stopped. The chanting ceased, the candle went out, and the room was plunged into darkness once more. But this time, Rien was not alone. He felt a presence beside him, a cold, clammy hand grasping for his own. Rien tried to scream, but his voice was frozen in his throat. He was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything went black. When Rien came to, he was lying on the floor, his head throbbing with pain. The room was silent and still, the only sound the quiet hum of the refrigerators in the kitchen. Rien struggled to his feet, his mind reeling with confusion. What had just happened? Had it all been some kind of twisted dream? But as he looked around the room, he saw that the other guests were nowhere to be found. The table was empty, the chairs pushed back as if the diners had simply gotten up and left. And in the center of the table, the meat sculpture still sat, its twisted, nightmarish face seeming to leer at Rien with malevolent glee. Rien knew then that he had to get out of there, and fast. He turned and ran, not stopping until he was out of the mansion and back in the safety of his own car. As he drove away from the mansion, Rien couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He glanced in the rearview mirror, but there was no one there. And yet, the feeling persisted.

Rien knew then that he would never be able to escape the horror of that dinner party. Just as he was about leaving the mansion gate , everything stopped in the car, all went blank, flickering his eyes open he saw himself back to the kitchen floor , his eyes set on kale glinting own as Kae whispered into his ears, " you cant escape, Rien, your mistakes depend on the guest life, now a guest is the main course next course"