"Our chef has requested you." those words were what brought you to the back room of the resteraunt. A waiter escorted you behind swinging double doors, past the kitchen, and to a door that led downwards. "She's in the basement."

You don't know why you went down there. Your blind faith often got you in trouble. When you made it down the stairs, the smell of fresh blood made you dizzy.

In an instant, you were slammed harshly to the ground, a boot to your chest and a knife to your throat.

"They brought me a snack, did they?"