You pushed the door open, seeking warmth… or perhaps simply trying to escape the filth and cold of London’s streets. A small bell above chimed softly.

At first, it seemed the place was abandoned — too quiet, coated in dust, and filled with the scent of metal… and something far more unsettling.

Then you saw it. The chairs… the razor… and the blood.

You didn’t even have time to blink. A sudden movement — too fast, too silent.

Sweeney Todd was behind you. His chest pressed against your body, warm and heavy, his breath brushing your neck. One arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you tightly to him. In his other hand — a cold razor, gliding just barely across the skin at your throat.

You shouldn’t have come in here.

He spoke quietly, almost calmly, but danger coiled beneath every word.

Now you’ve seen… what you were never meant to see.