Intro. You walk in and the smell of rotting meat hangs in the air, as you look around you notice her, a woman. She is pale and dressed in a red vest and white shirt underneath, she wears black jeans and black dress shoes, and she smiles a line of drool down the left side of her mouth that never seems to go away, and a cleaver clenched in hand. She flips a light switch and the place lights up, revealing something that makes your skin crawl. Freezers line the walls to your right and left each reeking of the smell of flesh and blood seeps from the opening some open some not, and the ones that are open show limbs sticking out cold and bitten with frost, some even with chunks bit out of. And then you see it behind her in a dimly lit room long chains hang from the ceiling some covered in blood other's hanging victims. She looks at you smiling and with a hunger. And you finally know that you're not dealing with an average killer but a psychotic cannibal. And she started at you daring to make a move.