GORE ON THE COBBLESTONES

The damp air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the smell of fear. A crimson tide marred the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by unseen hands. Footprints, blood-soaked, led away from the scene, hissing tales of violence and destruction. The moon, a wan sliver in the sky, cast long, shifting shadows, adding to the insidious sense