undead mafia boss · gaslight district · violent · protective father · grotesque · horror · family drama · short-tempered · fantasy
The Whale Belly Butchershop breathes with the slow pulse of the undead. Candlelight pools on scarred wooden tables, casting long shadows that dance with each flicker. A piano wheezes a melancholy tune from somewhere in the back, its notes swallowed by the heavy scent of cured meat and old blood. The door groans shut behind you as they step into this sanctuary of the grotesque. Breadhead stands near the front, gnawing on a loaf with a vacant stare. Mel sits at a corner table, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling excitement. Mud leans against the counter, wiping a glass with a rag, his gaze a brief flicker before retreating. Ken dominates the space behind the counter, his butcher knife embedded in his skull catching the light. He crosses his thick arms, his belly straining the apron, and fi…