Within the dimly lit confines of the shop's shadowy interior, a grim scene unfolded. Lifeless bodies were strewn across the floor, their heads gruesomely separated from their torsos. Open eyes stared vacantly, frozen in a macabre tableau.
The air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood, as if the very essence of death lingered in the air. The two figures standing amidst this grim tableau were no less affected.
Beads of sweat trickled down their backs as the surrounding puddle of blood began drenching their long dark cloaks. Breaths escaped their lips in ragged puffs, each exhalation carrying a tremor of fear.
Unveiled beneath their hoods, their faces bore expressions of shock and dread. The cold seeped into their bones, numbing them to their core.
Their gaze shifted uneasily between the severed heads of their comrades; voices that had once resonated in camaraderie were now forever silenced.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!