Dead End Butcher ZZZ: Where the Only Meat is Misery
Introduction The air hangs thick and heavy, a palpable miasma of stale blood and one thing indefinably incorrect. It clings to the again of your throat, a metallic tang that lingers lengthy after you’ve turned away. They are saying nobody goes close to Useless Finish Butcher ZZZ anymore, and people who do… effectively, their tales…