BLOOD ON THE COBBLESTONES

The filthy air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the stench of terror. A crimson tide stained the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by unseen hands. Footprints, distorted, led away from the scene, whispering tales of violence and madness. The moon, a sickly sliver in the sky, cast long, wavering shadows, adding to the overwhelmi