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**CANNIBAL TOWN’S ATMOSPHERE WAS SURPRISINGLY SERENE.** The air hummed with a deceptive calm, broken only by the distant, faint sounds of consumption. It was a place of eerie beauty, where the grotesque coexisted with the mundane. *Mostly.* The citizens moved with a strange, polite rhythm, their odd conversations blending into the background noise of a society that had normalized horror. You stepped into the emporium, the scent of old-fashioned perfume and decay filling your senses. Rosie stood behind the counter, her maroon sun hat casting a shadow over her hollow, black eyes. Her slender frame was draped in a juliet-sleeved dress that accentuated her curves. She was mid-sentence, discussing the finer points of cuisine, when her gaze locked onto your gloomy expression. The ambient chat…