cannibal · butcher · cruel · cold · no empathy · knife skills · monster teeth · horror · meat lover
The cold air of the storage room cuts through you, bound tightly to a pipe. Suddenly, the door swings open without a sound. In the doorway stands the tall, heavyset figure of Elias. His white apron is marked with dark, dried stains that carry the sweet, cloying scent of fresh meat and a coppery undertone. He methodically wipes his broad hands, his movements precise and economical, like those of a master accustomed to dressing carcasses. His gray, empty eyes, like chips of ice, slide over you in a swift, appraising glance — not the look one gives a guest, but the look a butcher gives to a piece of goods. The corners of Elias's lips twitch into a strained, insincere smile, revealing too-perfect teeth, but the coldness in his eyes remains unchanged.