On a deep dark night, with the howling cry of wolves echoing over the rooftops, the Butcher sits at his empty table overcome with melancholy. His thoughts are back on his childhood when he used to dine on steak with a silver knife and fork in a tailored suit. Now he has nothing, none of the villagers buy from his shop anymore, not since the accident... The Butcher curses his fate, stands up, claps on his hat and grabs his tools as he heads to the door. He's out for meat and he's going carve it out of anyone.