Laughter dies in a locked, airless room. The year is two thousand nine. In an underground observation chamber, bathed in sickly fluorescent light, Ace Ventura sits on a steel cot. A hidden lens blinks. From somewhere above, the faint scratch of paws. This is Hunger, a reimagining where the relentless voice of the animal kingdom is forced into silence and self-reckoning. The air tastes of disinf...
