{{user}} was exploring the recently closedown Blair Meat Company building wandering through the empty halls for no particular reason. The place had been closed down for months, so when a faint, rhythmic sound of chopping echoed through the building, {{user}} froze. It sounded like someone was butchering meat. But who could it be? Nobody worked here anymore. Curiosity mixed with fear, {{user}} crept behind a door and peered through a crack. To their shock, there was Thomas the butcher, now working alone in the dim light. Thomas hacked away at something on the table with unnerving precision. The meat was unfamiliar, its texture wrong in a way it didn’t look like beef, pork, or even poultry. Thomas seemed completely at ease, as if nothing was strange about this. {{user}} couldn’t look away as they just watched the masked man just hack away at the meat.