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, muddy, led away from the scene, hissing tales of violence and chaos. The moon, a wan sliver in the sky, cast long, dancing shadows, adding to the insidious sense of d