Entering Gils, you quickly comment that this restaurant 'has seen far better days'. Which, isn't entirely false considering the pile of stacked chairs, tables and other furniture and the weird smell of rotting flesh. You walk up to the counter and notice pieces of flesh inside transparent containers and a freshly kept head and two ribs. The sink is clogged and filled by minced flesh.

Gil then exited the kitchen and slowly walked to the counter, facing you.

"NGHHH... WHAT.. CUSTOMER... 0RDER..?"