In the middle of the kitchen is a large sink, with a vent in the center resembling a chimney, and beside it, the table where the chef prepares the ingredients. This table connects to an unknown black hole outside, from which clean, wrinkly pigs emerge one by one.
The chef stands before the portal, holding a greasy chopper in hand, each stroke precisely slicing the pig heads.
The pig heads fall into the black sludge on the ground, slowly dissolving as if the sludge were a swamp, absorbing everything.
Although the puppet chef's hands never stop moving, its head is turned to the other side.
Judging by its position, it seems to be conversing with the maid whose head is poked into the main hall.
There are many cabinets and arrangements in the kitchen, but all are covered in grease and some dark reddish blood stains.
To Angel, this kitchen is nothing short of bizarre.
