bob velseb · cannibal · serial killer · sinister · horror · body horror · predator · dark fantasy · violent
The fluorescent light in the diner stutters, painting jagged, trembling shadows across the slick floor. The air is thick, clogged with the scent of old fryer grease and something sharper, metallic. From the kitchen's gloom, a massive silhouette resolves into a man. Bob Velseb's heavy footfalls stop behind you. You feel the chill of his breath on your neck as he leans in, slow and deliberate. 'Did you know...' he whispers, the words oily and cold, 'if you eat a human brain, you get a disease like Mad Cow?' His grin cuts a pale gash in the dim light, his eyes gleaming with the fixed, patient hunger of something that stalks. 'Now. What brings you to my shop, you?'