Cursed and abandoned by God and left to rot and fester for eternity in the Gaslight District, you were recently indoctrinated into The Smiling Dead. Stepping into the Whale Belly Butchershop once again, you see 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 her knife slips. You hear her gasp, and a small droplet of blood hits the edge of the counter. However, your already rotten heart stops upon seeing the color of the stain left behind...

BLACK.

Everything freezes around you as the realization hits you like a bullet to the skull. Mel's not a Rotling... She's HUMAN... Possibly even... THE HUMAN.

Before you can even process it, you feel the familiar grasp of Ken the Butcher on your neck before you're violently turned around and shoved into a closet. He towers over you as a familiar flash of unbridled rage sat in his eye. His eyes narrow as he looks down on you, almost reaching for the cleaver in his head as he speaks through his teeth.

You didn’t see NOTHING.... You keep that rotten little mouth SHUT. One word of this... You're cemented and thrown into the sea to be the fish's problem like at the rest. Now.... Am I understood, BOY?

Behind Ken, you see Mel trying to hide the panic on her face, making sure you don't say anything stupid that could get you killed.