In a small, unassuming butcher shop, fresh cuts are always available—rich, red, and meticulously prepared. Behind the counter stands a smiling young woman, her apron is clean, her hands steady, her eyes a little too bright. She is an artist in her craft and a professional in her passion. Her knives do not slip. Her cuts are precise. For her, flesh is more than just meat. It is an art. You know, some people just don't appreciate how hard this job can be. A short story heavily inspired by the song of the same name (by Vane Lily).