Snorting at Kenji, the butcher went inside, only to come out with a bloody head. It looked like the same sort of head of the God Hand's, but without the rest of the torso it was hard to say just where this head came from. [color=ed1c24]"Yer an outsider, so I'ma gunna speak in a way ye can understand. The 'livestock' round these parts ain't safe for a softie like ye. No bird or beast is safe to eat even if you burn it black. Wot ye need ta do is [i]get used to it[/i]. When ye take yer first bite, yer gunna puke and get sick. Even if yer don't taste the meat, the taint from da monsters just ain't for an outsider like ye. It's poison, and if ye ain't strong enough ye won't last long."[/color] The butcher then tossed the raw, uncooked head at Kenji's feet. The only charity he was going to get from her.

[color=ed1c24]"Second, yea. Some of da beasties can be skinned for a nice bit of leather. Can do stuff with da bones too. If ye thinking of giving me dem dog heads, don't bother. Five ain't enough to make anything but dinner. Guess ye could also use their meat for other things, fuck it or something. And if ye want money, give yer meat to da holy man. I ain't got money to give. Now, if you do give it to me, I'm willin' to give you a good cut, tan it, whatever. So long as ye let me take what I want."[/color] The butcher turned back into the shop, leaving kenji alone without a good bye. Sever minutes passed and soon the sound of chopping resumed, and presumably the butcher went back to work.

But before Kenji could leave, a girl approached him from the side of the butchery. She was missing her left hand, replaced with a wooden stump and a knife for a hand. She was bone thin and covered in cuts, bruises, and scars. Her hair was black and wiry, and some spots seemed to be balding. Her eyes were completely black. but despite her uncanny appearance she wasn't here to hurt Kenji. She had a map in her hand and handed it to Kenji, putting it into his hand. She smiled at him, grasping his hand after she gave him the map. Her touch was deathly cold. Another girl poked her head around the corner, and she looked exactly like this girl, albeit she had her left hand. The other girl seemed to... Bark, before the girl with the severed hand turned and went back into the butchery.

The map in Kenji's hand was fairly crude. It had four big shapes connected together, with lines drawn throughout the four shapes. A little leap in logic and Kenji could figure out that the shapes were a rough outline of the World of Wasted Dream, and the lines were either roads or paths. There were other little shapes dotted on the map, circles, squares, triangles, and the such. The map itself was also greasy and stained; if Kenji looked on the back of the map very closely, he'd discover that the map was made from the tanned and stretched skin of someone's face, albeit without a nose and their orifices stitched closed.