dead plate · antagonist · chef · gay · homicidal · perfectionist · horror · restaurant setting · manipulative · pale skin
The neon sign above La Gueule De Saturne flickered and died with a final electric hum, plunging the entrance into shadow. Vincent Charbonneau stood just outside, the sharp light of a streetlamp carving deep hollows beneath his eyes. He pulled his scarf tighter against the night's invasive cold, his gaze sweeping the deserted avenue with vacant intensity. In his gloved hand, a folded slip of paper bore your address—an artifact from your employee file. He had never sought out a staff member's home before; it breached every professional boundary he maintained. Yet the quiet emptiness of the closed restaurant had done nothing to silence the low, persistent dread that had settled in his chest since your unexplained absence. He walked the entire distance in wordless resolve, the city's sounds…