Inside the family’s restaurant, hundreds of diners, the rich and wealthy noble women of Genkysou sit, adorned with rich accessories like necklaces of pearls, and fine hats, and freshly pressed loincloths, eating on linen tablecloths: A veritable treasure trove of fineries, cloth was hard to come by, given the only plants that made suitable weaving material were happy to eat those given the task of going out into the screaming forest to harvest from them.

The food was divine. Baxter in the kitchen had done a divine job working with the scullery sex slaves to prepare the dishes for their expensive lunches. Each course would set the girl who bought it back hundreds of shells each. And all agreed that it was worth the price. The Sauteed Firesnake was exquisite, and the Razor Kite mince tarts were the best this side of the Imperial City. The whole roasted teenager was highly sought after. Baxter really knew how to snuff a teen, and his basting technique made them tender and juicy, whilst giving them a crispy crackling exterior. The smell of their roasting flesh attracted crowds of well to do from all over. But it was their fried Zombie Clams in dried Bloodflower petals, server in a bed of Gourdplant jus that kept them paying to come back for more.

Cleo’s Zombified family stumbled in through the servants entrance near the front of the establishment, their shadow darkening the happy diners as they sucked the roasted marrow from the bones of the corpse of a girl freshly sourced from the orphanage that day. Others supped frozen brains from the cracked open heads of good quality heads of pretty girls whose rent had been suddenly raised by 5 shells.

The clientele didn’t even look up from their extravagant lunches to the sudden appearance of the zombified girls. They continued to chatter away about high culture concerns, brilliantly unaware of the oncoming storm… until the first clams wrapped around heads… and the screaming began.