GORE ON THE COBBLESTONES

The filthy air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the stench of fear. A crimson tide painted the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by unseen hands. Footprints, muddy, led away from the scene, whispering tales of violence and madness. The moon, a sickly sliver in the sky, cast long, dancing shadows, adding to the already present s