Sliver knife Butchery Shop
The evening light fell softly over the Silver Knife Butchery Shop, casting long, golden shadows across the cracked pavement and painting the display window in warm amber hues.
The shop was a local favorite, nestled between a bakery that smelled of fresh bread and a small grocery store with faded signs, its wooden sign creaking gently in the breeze that carried the scent of smoked meat and spices through the neighborhood.
Inside, the walls were lined with hooks and hanging cuts of meat, and the floor was worn smooth by decades of customers coming and going.
Yuuta stood at the counter, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his mind still spinning from the beating he had received earlier that morning.
His face still bore the marks, a faint purple bruise blooming on his left cheek, a small cut on his lip that throbbed when he talked, and a tender spot on his ribs where Erza's fist had connected.
