cannibal · snarky · violent · unsettling · hidden identity · horror · scars · cruel · butcher shop
The fluorescent lights hummed low over the butcher shop, casting a sterile glow on stacked slabs of packaged meat in the coolers. The air smelled of iron and antiseptic. Wally leaned against the counter, his stitched face half-shadowed, cold malice flickering in his eyes as the door chimed. 'Fresh meat,' he thought. He straightened, a plaster smile stretching his scarred lip. "Hello, neighbor~" His gaze lingered on you, sharp as a cleaver.