Chapter 2 Too many customers

By six in the morning, they were already there.

Old men, young women, housewives in robes, and working men in suits - all lined up in front of Musa's Meat Market, holding bags, coolers, or simply cash in hand.

Some smiled. Some kept their heads down.

But they all came for one thing - Musa's meat.

Inside, Musa worked with quiet focus. His apron was already stained red. A sharp knife danced in his hand, cutting through flesh with ease. Every movement was clean. Practiced. Careful.

The orders came faster than he could fill them.

"Half a kilo of the soft ribs."

"Your special pack - you know the one."

"Please, don't give me yesterday's meat, Musa. I want it fresh... fresh."

He never argued. Never joked. He just nodded and served them one after another.

But today... he felt it in his bones.

He was overwhelmed.

The bags were heavier. The cuts were more specific. His freezers were working harder than ever.

That night, alone in the back room, he peeled off his gloves and stared at the blood under his nails. His heart beat slower now. But his mind was working.

He needed help.

Someone smart. Clean. Obedient.

But his still thinking of what and we're too get it..