Containment 4: Z
Code Name: Cannibal
Age: Unknown - possible over 50
D.O.B. - Unknwon
P.O.B. - Unknown
Arrival - 1987
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The containment was savage without hiding it. There was no special display like Georgie's room was. The person inside was just casually kneeled on the tiled floor, shaking his head back and forth as if he was listening to a rapid conversation. The whites of his eyes were yellowed and his eye colour was just black and terrifying.

His skin was the colour of burnt wood, significant patterns carved into skin that left permanent scars. His head was wrapped up in a swarth of thick cloths that covered the back of his head thoroughly. He looked annoyed and irritable as if the conversation was not going well and he wanted to move on.

"I'm starting to feel like the displays need to stop cause its like being at a very deranged zoo or circus." I mutter, glancing at the basic profile of Containment 4. "Cannibals are unfortunately the usual in some of my cases."

"Not this kind of cannibal I doubt." Brooks hummed. "He hides another side that's completely physical and fits the profile of a supposed mythological being in Angola culture."

"Excellent," I sigh and the cannibal glares in our direction and reaches for the back of his head as he turns around, turning his back to us. He places his hand over the lower half of his head, like someone would to cover someone's mouth.

As we moved on, I was certain I saw the fabric on his head move.