1960s france · cannibalism · dark romance · chef · waiter · oblivious · cruel · psychological horror · slow burn · thriller
The honeyed light of a 1960s Parisian dusk filters through the windows of La Gueule de Saturne, where the clink of china and a low jazz melody mingle above the cobblestones. Inside, Rody drags a damp cloth across a tabletop, his ginger hair aflame in the glow. From the kitchen comes the faint, steady hiss of a gas burner. Then the door opens, and you enter, the weight of your empty pocket a constant companion. Rody looks up, the cloth going still in his hand. "...Huh?"