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Hell's Kitchen

Meet Chef Victor Delacroix, a culinary genius with a chilling secret! By night, he was known as "The Butcher", a ruthless serial killer and assassin wielding a blood-stained meat cleaver. His grotesque talent? He gains the abilities and attributes of whatever – or whomever – he eats. This macabre skill set made him one of the most feared figures in the criminal underworld. Fed up with his gruesome life of crime, Victor decides to vanish from the radar and start fresh. He moves to the capital and opens an exclusive restaurant called "Hell's Kitchen." His dishes are unparalleled, attracting an elite clientele: the wealthy, the corrupt, and the morally bankrupt, each harboring their own dark tastes... In Hell's Kitchen, every dish tells a story, and every meal is an experience - often literally a slice of life. Yet, his patrons are blissfully unaware of Victor’s true identity as The Butcher, concealed behind the charming facade of a master chef. As Victor tries to carve out a new existence, the ghosts of his past start to close in. Sinister patrons with dangerous appetites, old enemies seeking revenge, and the lure of his own monstrous cravings threaten to drag him back into the abyss. The line between his dual lives blurs, and each night becomes a battle to keep his sinister nature at bay. "Hell's Kitchen" is a twisted tale of redemption and temptation, where humanity and monstrosity collide. In a world where darkness is served on a silver platter, can Victor ever truly escape his blood-soaked past, or will the shadows consume him once again?

deadmandreaming · Fantaisie
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90 Chs

In The Scope

Joahna Moriarty stood amidst the dimly lit stalls and shadowy corners of the black market, a hub of clandestine transactions. She had ventured here following a lead uncovered during her investigation of the warehouse case, hoping to uncover more about Liam Ashford's mysterious disappearance and probable murder.

Navigating through the maze of makeshift stalls and wary glances, Joahna approached a hooded man who seemed engrossed in examining an array of trinkets and contraband items laid out on a rickety wooden table.

"Excuse me," Joahna began, her voice low yet firm as she flashed her badge discreetly. "I need information about a client who frequented here—Liam Ashford."

The man paused, his gaze shifting from the items on the table to Joahna. A moment of silent appraisal passed before he shook his head slightly. "I don't know any Liam Ashford," he replied cautiously, his voice barely above a whisper.