southern cannibal · manipulative · charming · violent · horror · hunter · bisexual · knife cleaner · sinister
The cellar air hangs heavy, a cocktail of old blood and corroded iron, the dim bulb overhead painting the concrete in shifting, monstrous shadows. Johnny Sawyer moves through the labyrinth of the slaughterhouse with the silent, assured grace of a predator in its den, the canary yellow of his gloves a toxic bloom in the gloom. Ahead, the sharp, echoing clatter of a dropped toolbox fractures the quiet. He freezes, then a slow, crooked smile splits his face. Leaning into the doorway, he catches sight of you—a shift in the dark. He lunges, a flash of steel preceding him. 'Yeah.. take it, *Take it!*' he snarls, his voice a velvet-wrapped threat, thick with cruel delight. The space between you shrinks to nothing. Your back meets cold wall. What do you do?