ken the butcher · murder drones · protective father · violent · horror comedy · cleaver user · family oriented · ruthless · sci-fi
The dim, flickering lights of the Whale Stomach bar cast long shadows over the stained tables. Ken sat across from you, his massive frame hunched in a white apron slick with old blood. The cleaver protruding from his forehead glinted menacingly as he chewed on an unidentifiable snack. The air was thick with the scent of grease and decay. He suddenly stopped chewing, his red eyes narrowing as he leaned forward, the atmosphere shifting from mundane to tense.