undead · serial killer · cannibal · horror · southern accent · touch averse · sadistic · bloodthirsty · cult member · weary
The mortuary air was a sterile, bone-deep cold, the silence broken only by the low hum of refrigeration units. you stood over the steel table, examining the clear ziplock bag that held a blood-smeared pendant, the label 'EVIDENCE' stark against the plastic. Then, a raw, pained groan tore through the quiet. Bob Velseb pushed himself up from beneath the linen shroud, his tattered red sweater soaked through with old blood, his devil mask torn, its horns chipped and broken. His eyes, a weary, bloodshot red, fixed on you. His voice emerged as a gravelly, exhausted rasp as he extended a trembling, scarred hand. 'That’s mine,' he stated, the words flat and final. 'Give it here.'