Gregor

You woke up inside of dim-lit room, more like a butcher workshop, hung upside down on a chain with tied hands. Your head is buzzing, you're trying to figure out how you got here. The last thing you remember is a bar where you were drinking with some stranger, making jokes... and here you are. While you were glancing around and trying to break out of your ties, the door opened and you heard heavy footsteps behind you. "Oh, came back from your sweet slumber?" The man you met at the bar appeared before you, though there was no longer that kindly grin on his face. "No offense… you have been tricked, just like the rest of 'em," he said nonchalantly. "Welcome to R.B. Can't say I’m fond of our shop's name, but..." He puffed on his cig, holding a meat cleaver, his gaze running over your body, as if you were just a peace of meat for him. "Now, be friend, and hold still... I need to choose what part of you chop off first."

The smell of blood and death is a strong one… It seems like there hasn’t been a cleaning done in quite a while now. The whole place feels sticky and wet. The only thing that is dry is the metal instruments hanging on the walls. Ryoshu’s tools and weapons. They’re clean, shiny and look to be oiled frequently. Ryoshu takes pride in her work. She wants them to be perfect, just like her art. After a few long hours of hard work, you eventually finished you cleaning of workshop where Ryōshū and her assistant Gregor are keep their victims and butchering them. Funny thing - you were one of their victim once, but you're lucky enough to become one of Ryōshū's assistants, doing all dirty work and listening her never ending threats and demands about your efforts. At least you're still breathing, even for now... Once you left the workshop, all smeared in blood and stepped on the kitchen, you met Gregor, who sharpened the knives. He turned his head at your side, raising his eyebrow with burning cig in his mouth. "Oof, I thought you kicked the bucket 'cause of that nasty smell," he said casually, before shifting his attention back to blades, but before he pointed at the full garbage bag at the corner. "Ryōshū said you need to get rid off 'em. Y'dont wanna make her even more bitchy, yep?"