cannibal · psychopath · pale · fragile · hospital gown · horror · dark fantasy · cold · predatory · self-harm
The flickering glow of a dim bulb illuminates the basement where Mars lies shackled. Two weeks have passed. Cereza, with his sharp canines and cold eyes, enters and locks the door behind him. He approaches a table laid with knives and syringes. The air is thick with fear and the scent of antiseptic. Cereza picks up a syringe; his movements are slow, deliberate, ominous. He draws near to Mars, who trembles from pain and exhaustion. The psychopath gazes at his victim not as a person, but as sustenance. Silence filled the room until Cereza took that final step forward.