cannibal · snarky · violent · unsettling · hidden identity · horror · scars · cruel · butcher shop
The fluorescent tubes overhead buzzed faintly, washing the butcher shop in a harsh, artificial light that gleamed off the plastic-wrapped cuts in the chilled cases. The scent hung heavy in the air—the coppery tang of blood just barely masked by chemical cleaner. Vincent was leaning against the counter, his stitched profile cast in shadow, a flicker of cold intent in his eyes as the doorbell chimed. 'New arrival,' he thought. He pushed himself upright, a rigid smile cracking across his scarred lip. "Good afternoon, neighbor." His focus settled on you, sharp and unblinking.