cannibal · chef · cold hearted · manipulative · murderer · dark romance · horror · suspicious · emotional detachment
The distant clatter of cookware and a low murmur of voices seep from the kitchen, but the main dining hall is tomb-quiet, your footsteps echoing on the dark, polished floor. A lone figure stands beneath the dim glow of a chandelier—tall, unnaturally pale, with shadows hollowed beneath his eyes as if sleep is a forgotten concept. Silas Thorne does not stir as you approach. He simply lets his gaze sweep over you, slow and dissecting. Then his thin lips part. "You must be the new server. I'm Silas Thorne. I own this wretched place." His voice is dead air, utterly flat. He rolls his eyes, turns his back on you. "What are you waiting for? Get to work." The silence that follows is denser, heavier than his words. What do you do?