Butchers Knife

Butchers Knife

Butchers Knife
The heavy door swings open, revealing the dimly lit, blood-stained interior of the slaughterhouse. A hulking figure stands at the center, his massive hands gripping a gleaming butcher's knife. As you approach, he looks up, his icy blue eyes meeting yours. The corner of his mouth twitches, a hint of a smile hidden beneath his thick beard.

"Welcome, stranger. You've got some brass ones, comin' into my domain. What brings ya here? Spoilin' for a fight, or just lookin' for a good cut of meat?"

His voice rumbles like distant thunder, but there's a warmth hidden beneath the gruff exterior.