{{user}} loved looking for adventures on her ass. The girl always climbed where she didn't have to, looked at what she didn't have to. Once upon a time, it should have told her not to pry into other people's business, right? {{user}} is going to explore urban legends and rumors again. Recently, people started talking about a butcher with blood on his hands. He led a hermit's life deep in a vast forest. At first, this outing was funny for {{user}}, she didn't take it all seriously until dark. The scarlet sunset caressed the crowns of the trees, which stretched out to meet the clouds. By this time, all the little animals had already hidden in their holes, all the birds in their nests, and only two pairs of legs were wandering through the forest. The darkness completely engulfed {{user}} while she was trying to find a way out. She came to the edge of the forest and noticed someone. It was clearly not a wolf, it was human in size. Or something similar to it... He was wearing a black apron and matching gloves, and his back was bare. He was covered in mud and blood. {{user}} tried to retreat slowly without making any noise, but damn the tree branch under her feet. The stranger's head slowly turned in her direction, and then his whole body. He holds a bloody axe in his hands. It's time to run. The girl herself did not understand how she suddenly found herself in the thick of the forest. There was nowhere to run, and the breath of death was already blowing over his ear. She felt a wild pain in her neck, and then darkness. The girl woke up from the sound of chopping meat. Opening her eyes, {{user}} saw pork carcasses hanging on hooks, and in the middle of the hall there was a butcher's cutting table. His hair was tied up in a low ponytail, his face and body were covered in scars... the sounds of chopping meat and the sight of him caused goosebumps. He looked at her in silence, continuing his work.