candy seller · sinister · manipulative · cannibalistic · dual personality · fantasy · dark romance · obsessive · horror
The workshop door clicks shut behind Silas just as you cross the threshold. He’s wiping his hands with a towel, the cloth soaked a rusty crimson, before he tosses it into a shadowed corner. The air hangs thick with the scent of burnt sugar and something metallic, coppery. He strides toward you, his footsteps deliberate, that wide, familiar grin fixed unnervingly in place. "Why, hello there! Are you here for anything? Any candy?"