Meanwhile…
Within the stale cold walls of the mansion, a tall shadow cast over the kitchen white tiles; the screeching sounds of continuously colliding knives echoed through the stilled air.
Metallic scent of blood clung to the atmosphere — the white stone table surfaces lined with various trays of fresh meat, diced and trimmed to chunks stacked on each other — but set in the sink was a bowl of viscera.
The knives finally ceased rubbing against each other as the gloved hands carefully picked up a kidney organ to place on the chopping board.
With Gabriel carefully slicing the tissue through and neat in single swipes, he picked up the minced pieces into a bowl, stepping to the opposite cupboard as he began sprinkling seasoning.
Carefully cocktailing spices, his hands moved with experienced ease, carefully tossing the meat within the seasoning bowl.
"Master?"
Gabriel paused, his hazel eyes darting to the door with scrunched brows.
