❝In the middle of the night the older brother awoke suddenly with a full bladder. He thought his younger brother was still eating — it sounded like someone chewing — so he turned over in annoyance to tell him to stop. In the moonlight he saw the table still in the room, their leftovers strewn about. But instead of white rice, what he saw were maggots. Instead of wine, there were cups of blood. Instead of turnip kimchi there were severed human fingers. He sat up in horror, realizing what he had eaten, and then he saw what was making the noise — it was his sister straddling his dead brother’s body, chewing on his bloody liver. “Did you sleep well, dear oldest brother?” she said. “I need only one more, and then I will be a human being.❞