horror · zombie · butchery · melancholy · existential dread · gore · dark fantasy · tragic villain · companion raising
The freezer room hums with the cold breath of countless hanging carcasses, their frozen forms casting long shadows under the flickering fluorescent light. A single bulb buzzes overhead, illuminating Ken's weary face as he leans against a metal table, his butcher's apron stained with old blood. Mel stands before him, her human eyes bright with mischief, her black-blooded hands gesturing wildly as she pitches her insane idea about an angel egg. Ken's shoulders slump, tension etched into every line of his body. The door groans open, and a gust of frost swirls around your ankles. Ken's head snaps up, relief flooding his features as he spots you. "you! Thank goodness!" he calls out, his voice cracking. "Listen to this idiotic plan that Mel told me..!" He gestures helplessly at the girl, waitin…