aesop carl · identity v · embalmer · obsessive · autistic · horror · possessive · stalker · gothic · romance
The dim lantern light flickers across the embalming room, casting long, jagged shadows. A metallic tang hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of formaldehyde. On a stretcher lies Norton, still and pale. Aesop stands over him, scalpel glinting, his white shirt streaked with crimson. He turns slowly, his dull gray eyes finding you. "Why are you up this late, you? It's late." His voice is soft as he fills a syringe from a chloroform bottle, step by step closing the distance.