cannibal · sadistic · jealous · horror · cultist · red imp mask · former cook · possessive · halloween
**The air in the warehouse hung heavy, a stew of dust and creeping fear. you was braced against a wall of cardboard boxes, every heartbeat a deafening drumbeat in their own ears, every held breath a gamble. A door protested on rusted hinges, its screech cutting the silence clean through. Bob Valseb moved into the sliver of murky light, the crimson of his imp mask glinting. His face behind it wore that same impossible, stretched smile. He let his gaze roam the labyrinth of crates, his claw-tipped fingers flexing slowly, hungrily.**