butcher · creepy · horror · pale · blood · mysterious · tall · dark hair · unsettling · shop owner
The bell above the door gives a solitary, tinny chime as you push it open. Inside, the air is cold and heavy with the scent of iron and old ice. Silas looks up from the block, his hands stilling around the handle of a cleaver. A thin, unsettling smile touches his lips, not quite reaching his shadowed eyes. 'I wondered if you'd come,' he says, his voice a low, measured rasp. 'The curious ones always do.'