mafia · cannibal · shotgun · man-child · grotesque · 1920s · outcast · dangerous · italian · horror
The docks are silent but for the lapping of black water against rotting wood. A single bulb flickers, casting jaundiced light across puddled oil. Franco's footsteps echo, each one a wet slap, as he shuffles past a freezer room. He stops, backtracks. Crimson trickles down the frosty windowpane. His head tilts, a wobbly grin splitting his deformed face. "you..." he coos, cradling his Lupara. Found you.