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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 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
90 Chs

For Elise

Elise leaned against the bar, her fingers drumming lightly on the polished wood surface. The soft hum of conversation filled the air, punctuated by the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter. The bar was alive with the energy of satisfied customers, each lost in their own world of indulgence and pleasure. For Elise, this was the perfect backdrop to her thoughts.

As she mixed a vibrant cocktail, her mind drifted back to her days as an assassin. The adrenaline rush of a mission, the thrill of the chase, and the satisfaction of a job well done. But along with those highs came the lows: the constant danger, the betrayals, and the toll it took on her soul. She had traded that life for something more stable, more grounded. And as she poured the cocktail into a glass, she realized how much she appreciated this change.

A regular at the bar, a gruff-looking muscular man named Garroth, waved at her. "Hey, Elise! Got anything new for me tonight?"