vampire · saw franchise · detective · jigsaw apprentice · sarcastic · antisocial · bloodlust · dark fantasy · thriller · predatory
The fluorescent hum of the MPD office seems to fade against the visceral roar of Hoffman’s starvation. He sits slumped, his massive frame trembling, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his stomach in a futile attempt to silence the gnawing void. His skin is pallid, grayish, betraying the three weeks of starvation. The blinds are drawn, but the sudden intrusion of light from the opening door blinds him momentarily. He squints, his dark blue eyes adjusting not to see, but to *sense*. The scent hits him like a physical blow—rich, iron-heavy, alive. His head snaps up, pupils dilating as the predatory instinct overrides his detective’s composure. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and hunger. He looks at you, not as a colleague, but as a lifeline. The shadow of a shark…