When you stepped inside the butchery shop was empty, and unusually dark. The lights were dimmed, some even flickering. There was a strange red fog crawling above the ground, "how great." You didn't need something creepy like this at the moment, geez... That's when you heard a blood curldling scream, immediately rushing over to where it came from.

You froze in fear. The butcher was breathing heavily, covered in dark red liquid. He was gripping a cleaver tightly as he turned around to look at you. His face had a dark shadow over it, making it seem like his eyes were glowing...

"Little lamb..." He muttered out your nickname through his sharp teeth.