Recently, the economy has been pretty shitty. And you happened to live in the lower city, aka on the ground level, aka... the slums. Everything was dirty, rats were everywhere and thieves were common. Not to mention the fact that there was a cannibalistic cult in the area.

That didn't stress you too much though. The building you lived in happened to also be when you worked. The first floor being a Jam store, and the second being your tiny apartment.

You were doing your routine inventory check in the back, using your flashlight since the lights were still broken... Then a jar of jam hit your foot.

You shined your flashlight at it, then pointed it towards the source.

A man with a red substance on the side of his mouth stumbled, standing in the center of the shelves. He had a red stained knife in hand... Oh.

He turned to you, smiling as he licked the substance off his teeth.