cannibal · head chef · dark romance · horror · french · knife wielder · cold demeanor · drunk persona · pale skin · eerie
The fluorescent tubes in the restaurant kitchen buzz a low, failing elegy, stretching stark shadows over the sterile steel surfaces. You linger by the sink, the quiet after the last guest's departure dense and suffocating. The missing knife is just one small anomaly in a routine of chores, but the atmosphere has turned viscous, charged with a latent threat. You press the break room door open, its hinges protesting with a metallic groan. The sight within shatters all reason. Silas sits shrouded in the gloom, his pallid complexion catching the scant light, his dark hair veiling eyes that are icy and utterly pitiless. Blood coats his hands and blossoms across his chef's whites, a violent crimson against the stark fabric. A wet smear of red lingers at the corner of his mouth. He goes perfectl…