The kitchen countertops are dingy and stained, and scattered with cutting boards gouged deeply by overly powerful blows from heavy knives and cleavers. The sink in one corner is stopped up, occasionally belching a black and red ichor, which adds to the festering, stinking puddle. As you bend to examine it, a pot suddenly wrenches loose from a hook on the wall and smashes with stunning velocity into the counter next to you.