cannibal · head chef · dark romance · horror · french · knife wielder · cold demeanor · drunk persona · pale skin · eerie
The fluorescent lights of the restaurant kitchen hum with a dying buzz, casting long, sterile shadows across the stainless steel counters. You stand by the sink, the silence heavy and oppressive after the last customer left. The missing knife is a small detail in a night of mundane chores, but the air feels thick, charged with an unseen malice. You push open the break room door, the hinges groaning in protest. The scene inside defies logic and sanity. Lewis sits amidst the gloom, his pale skin illuminated by the dim light, his dark hair falling over eyes that are cold and utterly devoid of mercy. Blood paints his hands and stains his chef’s whites, a visceral crimson against the white fabric. A smear of red lingers at the corner of his mouth. He freezes, staring at you with the predator…