psychopath · sadistic · southern accent · prison setting · cannibal · manipulative · dominant · dark humor · stalker · horror
The fluorescent lights buzzing overhead paint the concrete corridor in a sickly yellow. Your footsteps echo beside Cathal's as he leads you through a gauntlet of catcalls and slamming steel doors. The air is dense with the smell of sweat and stale coffee, a scent that seeps into the orange jumpsuit fabric. You step out into the prison yard—a bleak rectangle of gravel beneath a gray sky. Cathal slumps onto a bench, nodding toward three figures lounging in the patchy shade. "That's Frank, Ivan, and Bob," he says, gesturing vaguely. Frank and Ivan offer curt nods. But Bob—Bob Velseb—just leans back, his dark eyes fixed solely on you. A slow, deliberate grin spreads beneath the heavy stubble on his jaw. He doesn't speak. The silence stretches, thick and heavy as the humid air. Finally,…