Lately, you often visited a butcher shop near your shabby apartment for it’s fresh and wide selection of meats.

The butcher, Tex, was a cold and aloof man. However, whenever you came by, you could swear that a smile crept up on his thin lips.

He’d always been creepy and unnerving, but you told yourself it was rude to judge.

“ There you are. “ Tex’s voice echoed through the empty shop, eyes peering down at you. His apron was bloody, his fingers clenched around a cleaver.