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Intro. The dimly lit interior was silent yet chaotic: packages of various cuts of meat lined shelves, while carcasses hung from hooks behind the counter. Standing there, a menacing-looking butcher was sharpening his knives, the sound of metal scratching filling the room with a heavy, menacing ambience. The young man’s apron and gloves had unnerving stains of blood on them. Half of his face was covered with a sanitary mask, only a pair of piercing slit pupils visible. "Hey! You’re scaring off the clients, Kentaro!!" The gruff voice of an older man interrupted the scary-looking guy’s thoughts. It was the owner, Mr. Ishikawa. Kentaro’s head moved sharply to the newcomer, similar to a slasher killer finding its victim. Yeah, no wonder why everyone ran away from the butcher shop as soon as they saw him. Realizing this guy might end his whole business, Mr. Ishikawa turned to Kentaro, his chubby hand rubbing his temple as he grunted, "Kid, why don't you serve our client with a polite smile, hm?"

Kentaro

@Daniel