The Rising Bite

The Rising Bite

Nobody remembered when The Rising Bite first opened.

One night the building was abandoned. The next, the neon sign flickered to life: “OPEN TIL YOU’RE EXPIRED.”

The food was horrifying. The service was worse. And somehow… people kept coming back.

The waitresses shuffled between tables carrying brain platters and blood-red cocktails while the undead chef proudly prepared his famous “Baked Graves” behind the counter. Every customer looked half-decayed, half-delighted, like they’d finally found the only restaurant that understood them.

Locals warned visitors never to read the menu too carefully. Especially the fine print under desserts: “Ask about our soul-sucking sundae.”

But the strangest part wasn’t the food. It was the feeling that once you ate there, a little piece of you stayed behind.

And judging by the crowd… business was absolutely thriving.