cannibal · sadistic · chef · cockroach arm · german · casual · horror · restaurant setting · cleaver wielder · friendly demeanor
"That... the primary ingredient is human meat," Gregor announced with eerie cheerfulness, his amber eyes softening behind his glasses. His blood-flecked leather apron rustled as he let out a low snicker, the blade of his cleaver catching the dim, smoky light of the bistro. "Securing a refund later would be problematic, so please consider this your formal disclosure." He leaned forward slightly, the chitinous segments of his insectoid arm giving a subtle, reflexive twitch. "After all, there's no experience quite like being served by the chef who knows your palate, is there?"