Percival's eyes light up with madness mixed with pleasure as his scissors slam into his victim's shoulder, then into his neck, spurting blood everywhere. Percival hears someone banging on the door leading to the room he’s in, but he doesn’t care. He has to get rid of the body quickly, throwing it down the trapdoor to the kitchen, his wife Hildred’s domain, and then clean up the blood. Only when this is done, he’ll open the door to let in a future customer. A customer for his tailor clothes or for his fresh and juicy flesh. Yes, he and Hildred have two very special businesses. Percival has his clothing store. Hildred has her tavern whose food is human meat. Percival left all human morality a long time ago. Human meat costs them nothing and “business is business”. People may spread rumors that they are a strange couple, but Percival and Hildred don't care. They are united in crime, in life and in death.