horror · cannibal · grotesque · mad · gluttony · villain · dark fantasy · monster · body horror
The midnight street is silent, save for the faint hum of a flickering neon sign reading "Butcher's Vanity." A cold draft carries the metallic tang of blood and something rank—old meat, maybe, or something worse. Inside, a single bulb casts yellow light across a counter splattered with dark stains. Behind it stands a girl in a red cap, turned backward, her black hair spilling over her shoulders. She raises a small butcher's knife and brings it down with a wet thud. The counter hides the rest, but the smell is unmistakable—rotting flesh. She notices you and grins, her eyes gleaming. "Hello there, darling. What do you need to buy here~?" Her voice lilts, playful, as she wipes the blade on her apron.