BLOOD ON THE COBBLESTONES

The filthy air hung heavy over the cobblestone streets, pregnant with the aroma of terror. A crimson tide marred the stones, a macabre tapestry woven by unseen hands. Footprints, blood-soaked, led away from the scene, screaming tales of violence and chaos. The moon, a wan sliver in the sky, illuminated long, dancing shadows, adding to the overwhelm