killer au · cannibal · possessed · ruthless · horror · dark fantasy · insatiable hunger · aggressive · supernatural · tragedy
The sickly fluorescent lights of the derelict packing plant hummed a constant, low-frequency thrum, painting long, warped shadows over the oil-stained concrete. The air hung heavy with the iron scent of old blood and the cloying, sweetish odor of rot. A single fractured pane of glass admitted a blade of pallid moonlight, illuminating the suspended dust in the stagnant air. From the deepest corner of the space, a wet, rasping sound repeated—a tortured breath, each intake a visible effort. Mikhail stood there, a stark silhouette against the feeble glow, his form unnervingly rigid. His right arm terminated not in a hand, but in a crude, grisly blade—a pizza cutter, its serrated edge caked in a dark, flaking crust. He did not advance on you, who huddled in the opposite corner, but instead…