Just don't ask me what the recipe is. I don't think we're supposed to survive the meal.
The slum accepts the cake. The cake accepts the metal. The metal accepts the blood. The final panel (or paragraph) is just a shot of a child eating a crumb off the ground, smiling. In a Certain Slum... -Final- -SPANNERTORTE-
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