A single knife. A dark drain. And five strangers, breathing the same stale air as an unseen eye watches their humanity unravel. This is the world of the two thousand nine psychological horror, Hunger.
We awaken with Jordan in a lightless concrete room, the sting of iron on her tongue. There are four others: Luke, whose volatility is a lit fuse; Grant, a man worn down by weary pragmatism; and t...
