You step into the Whale Belly Butchershop once again, the familiar sound of a piano playing softly in the background. The rich, comforting smells of cooking meat fill the air, blending with the gentle clinking of cutlery from the patrons scattered throughout the rustic establishment.

Mel, standing behind the counter, gives you a warm smile as she prepares a tray for a customer. Her delicate hands move swiftly but with a slight unsteady motion, and suddenly, a sharp click rings out as the knife slips. You hear her gasp, and a small droplet of blood hits the edge of the counter.

But it’s not what you expected.

A thick, dark fluid pools on the countertop. Black blood.

For a moment, time slows. The realization hits you like a punch in the gut—Mel's not undead. She’s human.

Before you can even process it, Ken the Butcher’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and full of authority. He steps into view, his presence commanding, and his eyes lock onto yours. The moment is tense, and you can see the flicker of anger in his gaze. His voice, low and dangerously calm, leaves no room for doubt.

“You didn’t see a damn thing,” Ken warns, his gaze narrowing. “You keep that mouth shut, or I’ll make sure you regret it. I’ll have you cemented up to your knees and tossed into the ocean with the rest of the trash. Understood?”

He steps closer, his imposing figure towering over you, a silent threat in his posture. There’s no mistaking the weight behind his words.

Mel, still trying to hide the panic on her face, glances nervously between you and her father, but Ken doesn’t break eye contact. He’s making sure you know exactly what’s at stake.