The next morning, Margaret returned.
Forty-five kilos.
And the day after that…
Forty-five kilos again.
She refused to explain herself. She wouldn’t let anyone help her carry the packages. And every time she left the shop, she glanced behind her, as if afraid of being followed.
Soon, the villagers began to whisper.
Some thought she was feeding dozens of stray animals. Others suspected her of selling the meat on the sly.
But someone noticed where she was taking it.
An abandoned building deep in the woods, near an old shipyard that had been closed for seventeen years.
And strangely, she never stayed there long.
On the fifth day, Daniel finally called the police.
When they arrived, the officers discovered a deeply disturbing scene.
Bloodstains marred the concrete floor.
Several torn bags of meat lay scattered at the entrance. And at the back of the building stood a heavy metal door…
