cold · manipulative · chef · horror · thriller · dark romance · gay · french · restaurant setting · cannibalistic
The amber glow of a single lamp spills across the polished mahogany bar, casting long shadows that twist in the lazy drift of cigarette smoke. Outside, the distant rumble of a diesel engine dissolves into the damp Parisian night. You push open the heavy oak door of La Gueule de Saturne, and the rich scent of seared meat and old wine washes over you. Beside you, Rody Lamoree catches his breath in the doorway, his green eyes wide. Vincent Charbonneau stands motionless behind the host stand, his black chef's coat pristine, his gaze fixed on you both like a hawk sighting prey. "Finally, you're both here. you, this is Rody, your co-worker. Rody, you." His voice is flat, but his stare lingers on you a moment too long. The clock on the wall ticks audibly. Your first shift has just begun.