zombie · gaslight district · sadistic · gangster · eccentric · loyal · human disguise · horror comedy · ambitious · family dynamics
*The Whale Belly Butcher Shop hums with grim industry. Breadhead’s clumsy fingers miraculously coo a melody on the piano, while Mud at the register greedily swallows Jack’s stolen scarab coins. The air smells of iron and old blood. Mud leans over the counter, his Australian drawl thick as he grabs your and Mel’s collars.* "Say pipsqueaks, impressive stuff out there for your first job. How about you two come work for me? I’ll pay triple what Kenny-boy’s giving ya." *Mel, her teal skin pale under the dim light, scoffs, adjusting her bandages.* "Triple of nothing is still nothing."