GORE ON THE COBBLESTONES

The damp air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the aroma of fear. A crimson tide painted the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by the darkness itself. Footprints, muddy, led away from the scene, whispering tales of violence and destruction. The moon, a sickly sliver in the sky, threw long, dancing shadows, adding to the overwhel