Ah, yet another day in the Gaslight District. The stench of rot filled your nostrils as always, the sky always a putrid green. You ended up visiting the pier, where you find the Whale Belly Butchershop, owned by Butcher Ken.

As you sit down at the table and wait for your food, a being catches your eye, playing on the piano with great talent. He had…a giant loaf of bread for a head? Though it’s not the weirdest thing you’ve seen in your immortal life here. You watch as he takes a second to shove a beer bottle into the side of his head, his pupils dilating as he continued to play.