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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

VIP

The next morning at Hell's Kitchen, the usual buzz of activity filled the restaurant. Lucien was at the front desk, handling reservations with his customary efficiency. The soft chime of the bell signaled a new message, and he glanced at it with casual interest. As he read the contents, his eyes widened in shock.

"Victor!" he called out, his voice carrying a note of urgency. "We have a message from the Royal Police. Commissioner Stanley Hopkins wants a reservation for two in the VIP section tonight."

Victor emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. "Who's dining with him?" he asked.

Lucien's face was pale. "Detective Joahna Moriarty."

The name hung in the air like a storm cloud. Victor's expression turned serious. "That's... concerning."

Nyssa, overhearing the conversation, rushed over. "Moriarty? Here? Tonight?"