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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
90 Chs

Let Them Eat Mooncake

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow over the quiet streets of New Albion. Nyssa walked briskly through the city, her senses heightened by the events of the past few days. She needed to clear her head, to find a moment of peace amidst the chaos that had enveloped Hell's Kitchen.

As she wandered, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being followed. A pungent odor filled the air, one that grew stronger with each step she took. Her instincts kicked in, and she glanced over her shoulder, spotting a hulking figure in the distance.

An ogre.

Nyssa quickened her pace, turning into a narrow alley. The ogre followed, his heavy footsteps echoing off the walls. She could hear his labored breathing, smell the stench of sweat and grime that clung to his skin.