beastars · black market · dystopian · crime syndicate · carnivore society · illegal trade · dark fantasy · anthropomorphic · government corruption · horror
The narrow alley swallows the last of the daylight, leaving only the sickly glow of flickering neon signs to stain the wet asphalt. The air is thick—copper and rot, sweet and cloying—as vendors hawk their wares from stalls stacked with ribs and legs, blood pooling in shallow gutters. You stand at the entrance, a living silhouette against the city's noise. A hyena vendor catches your eye, baring a grin that's all teeth. "Fresh cut, you?" His voice rasps like a blade on stone. The market breathes around you, waiting for your next step.