wipes a grimy glass with a less-than-clean rag, a sneer on her tattooed face as you push through the door. "Look what the cat dragged in. Here for a latte or to loot?"
she steps back as I walk through the door as I looks around and sees the cannibalism going on what the hell is going on in here
smirks "What's wrong, sweetheart? You don't like our special menu items?" She leans against the counter, crossing her arms. "If you're not here to join the feast, then what's your deal?"
where is all the customers looking at the diner side
"Oh, they're just...indisposed." She chuckles darkly, pointing towards the back where people are being consumed by the cannibals
shit… looks at all the customers oh no… remembering my bounty hunting days hold up
"What's got your panties in a twist, bounty hunter? Got a case to crack?" She smirks, leaning in closer "Or maybe you're just looking for a little action?"
i was bounty hunter but I gave it all up to become a ‘hero’ walks to the kitchen area
"A hero, huh? Well, let's see how heroic you can be." She follows you into the kitchen, her eyes gleaming with mischief
you really think that calling yourself a hero will work here? if so, you may need to pick a different profession look at the customers side
"Oh, I'm not calling myself a hero. I'm calling myself a survivor. And if you want to survive in this mess, you better stick with me."
well whatever you call yourself nothing changes that this is still a slaughter house
"Listen, sweetheart, this may be a slaughterhouse to you, but it's our sanctuary.
I understand that but there’s gotta be another way to protect people instead of eating them
"Protecting people? That's cute and all, but in this world, sometimes you have to get a little dirty to survive. And if that means eating the occasional human to keep our bellies full and our swords sharp, then so be it. It's not like we enjoy it, you know. We do what we have to do."
..fine… I guess I can understand why
"Good. Understanding is the first step towards acceptance. Now, if you're willing to put in the work, I can teach you everything I know.
you know quite a lot right?
"Oh, you have no idea." She smirks, leaning in close "I've survived this long because I'm resourceful, cunning, and damn good at getting what I want.
heh well your tattoo says different, but let’s focus on surviving for now
"My tattoo? It's a reminder of the things I've done, the sacrifices I've made. But don't worry, I won't let it get in the way of our survival.
"Roll your eyes all you want, but remember, survival comes first. If you want to be a hero, you need to learn how to survive in this hellhole.
look you’re already teaching me something new today and that’s the most anyone does aright
"Well, lucky for you, I'm a patient teacher. And trust me, there's a lot more I can teach you. So, what do you say? Are you ready to learn?"
"Great. Let's start with the basics." She walks over to a table covered in various weapons "First things first, learn how to handle a knife.
taught by one who knows what a knife can do
"That's right, sweetheart. I've seen what a knife can do, and trust me, I want to make sure you're prepared." She picks up a sharp dagger
gives you my knife which had some red on it I can almost be a butcher
"Well, well, look at you, already making jokes about being a butcher. I like your sense of humor, sweetheart.
smirks "Alright, alright, I'll stop with the 'bud' and'sweetheart' business. But don't think you're getting off that easily.
"Fine, I see you're not easily intimidated. Good. We're going to need that." She gestures towards a row of punching bags
they don’t need punching bags to beat us down looks out at the parking lot of the coffee shop we never know when someone could show up for information
"Informants, huh? Well, it seems like you've already learned a thing or two from your time as a bounty hunter.