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Lena was a young woman who loved TikTok. One night, as she scrolled through the app, she stumbled upon an intriguing profile. @Gourmet_Gourmand had a charismatic charm, sharing videos of extravagant dishes and hidden culinary gems around the city. His voice was soothing, his demeanor warm. Intrigued, she followed him and commented on a few videos. To her surprise, he responded quickly. They began chatting, first about food, then about more personal interests. His name was Marcus, and he invited her to a secret pop-up dinner he was hosting that weekend. Lena, excited by the adventure and flattered by his attention, agreed. The location he sent her was an old mansion on the outskirts of town. It seemed out of place, shrouded in mist and half-hidden by ancient trees. She hesitated but, driven by curiosity and a sense of excitement, she pushed the gate open and walked in. Marcus greeted her at the door, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. He led her through a grand hallway into a dining room. The table was lavishly set, each place adorned with ornate silverware and delicate crystal glasses. The room was filled with the rich aroma of roasting meat and exotic spices. Other guests were already seated, their faces strangely blank, their eyes staring vacantly at their plates. Lena’s unease grew, but Marcus’s charming smile reassured her. He seated her at the head of the table and poured her a glass of red wine. “To new friends,” he toasted, and they all drank. The wine was intoxicating, filling her with a warm, dizzying sensation. The first course was served. It was a rich, hearty stew. Lena hesitated as she brought the spoon to her lips, a strange metallic taste lingering in the air. She swallowed the first mouthful, and a chill ran down her spine. The meat was tender, almost too tender, with a flavor she couldn’t place. Suddenly, the room seemed to tilt. The guests’ faces blurred, their expressions twisted into grotesque smiles. Marcus stood, his grin widening as he watched her struggle to stay upright. “You’re the special guest tonight, Lena,” he said softly, his voice now a menacing whisper. “The main course.” Her vision darkened, and she collapsed into her chair. The last thing she saw was Marcus’s face, his eyes gleaming with a hunger she finally understood. The next day, @Gourmet_Gourmand posted a new video. “The key to a perfect meal,” he said, slicing into a succulent roast, “is the quality of the ingredients. Fresh, local, and always… personal.”