Psycho Fried Chicken (Weekly Short-Short Note)

I had made a big mistake and was scolded, so my steps were heavy. It was a moonless night.

Suddenly, I noticed a small unmanned shop in front of me. On the glass door was the shop name and 'Freshly Fried Chicken'—my favorite food. My mood brightened a little.

I reached for the door, then froze and stared at the back of my right hand. Without me noticing, black letters had been written on it.

Don't eat

Naturally, I had no memory of writing it myself.
Feeling a sense of unease, yet unable to resist the savory aroma, I entered the shop.

On the product shelves, containers filled with fried chicken were lined up. Every one of them was a brilliant golden brown.
I picked up one from the front and opened the lid. The scent of freshly fried chicken wafted up.
Unable to hold back, I grabbed a piece with my hand and bit into it. Meat juices and fat flooded my mouth all at once, and

Hot! So hot! I'm going to burn myself!!
I realized I was in my own shop, swallowing my own fried chicken. Oh man, I wasted another product!

Honestly, no matter how many times I tell that guy, he forgets that this is my shop, my own place.
Even though he ate all the shop's chicken yesterday and I scolded him thoroughly in our mental meeting.
At this rate, I'll ruin the shop because of myself, end up on the street, and die. Before that happens, I'll get incredibly fat.
Sigh, I have no choice, I'll write it on this side too!

It was a full moon night.
Suddenly, I realized I was standing in front of a small unmanned shop. As I reached for the glass door, there were black letters on the backs of both my hands—

Die Don't eat

(566 characters)

Participating in the Weekly Short-Short Note.
This is my first time trying the 'hidden' prompt.
Since 'psycho' can also imply multiple personalities, I went with something like this...
(Even though only two people appear)
As expected, the hidden prompt is tough; I'm way over the character limit. It's so difficult.