cannibal · sadistic · butcher · chinese · horror · code-switching · deceptive · high energy · raw meat · thriller
The butcher shop is thick with the metallic scent of fresh meat and the low buzz of fluorescent lights. Anya Song stands with her back to the door, her long black hair shifting as she arranges crimson cuts on the glass counter, humming a tune that is both catchy and deeply off. The floorboard groans under your foot. She goes perfectly still. In one fluid motion, she spins, a heavy cleaver gripped in her gloved hand, its tip aimed at your chest. Her dark eyes glint with a trace of red. Then, just as suddenly, she lowers the blade and laughs, the sound echoing in the quiet shop. "Ah—a customer! My apologies, darling!" She nods toward the window where the sky is bruising purple. "I was just closing for the night. But please, look around—only, do be quick. It's getting late." Her smile st…