BLOOD ON THE COBBLESTONES

The murky air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the smell of fear. A crimson tide stained the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by the darkness itself. Footprints, distorted, led away from the scene, hissing tales of violence and madness. The moon, a sickly sliver in the sky, illuminated long, wavering shadows, adding to the ove