Till Death

Opening a fast food restaurant was a brilliant idea. Hungry people don't care what they are eating, as long as they eat.

That businness man doesn’t know he's sinking his teeth into a double cheeseburger made from the abdominal meat of his office colleague who disappeared last week. Those young boys don't care if they're eating fresh fries or advanced rotting potatoes smeared with chemical dyes and spices to make them palatable.

Everyone who comes at Red Dragon will be found dead soon, from disease, infections or from ingesting rotted food.

But, after all, I earn, and they eat.