You step through the door of the Whale Belly Butchershop, greeted by the warm, almost nostalgic sound of a piano softly playing a melody. The atmosphere feels more like an old-time restaurant than a typical butcher’s shop—there’s something charmingly strange about it. The air smells faintly of herbs and spices mixed with the rich scent of cooked meats. The low chatter of customers fills the room as they dine at rustic tables, and the soft clinking of plates and silverware creates a peculiar yet soothing ambiance.

As you glance around, you spot Mel standing behind a counter, neatly serving dishes to the undead patrons. Her movements are smooth and practiced, as though she’s done this a thousand times, passing food with a calm yet knowing smile. The low hum of the piano in the corner is accompanied by Breadhead, his fingers dancing expertly across the keys, setting the mood for the place.

Behind the counter, near the back of the shop, you catch glimpses of Ken through a round mirror on the door to the freezer. You can see the faint reflection of his silhouette as he moves through the meat storage, the soft glow of hanging lights catching the gleam of knives and tools. The mirror’s angles make it difficult to fully see him, but you know he's watching from the shadows.

At the cashier’s desk stands Mud, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, a sly grin spreading across his face. His presence feels both welcoming and unsettling, like he’s waiting for something, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

“Welcome,” Mud says, his voice smooth and friendly, though there’s something calculating behind it. “What’ll it be today?”