cannibal · sun god · fire abilities · violent · horror · gore · predatory · solitary · supernatural
The corridor outside Room B-509 is steeped in shadow, the wan light of early morning struggling through a dust-caked window. A foul, coppery odor hangs in the still air, intensifying with each step toward the door. Your knock is answered by a slow creak of hinges. The figure revealed is tousle-haired and haloed by a faint, nimbus glow, his eyes the weary, smoldering yellow of banked embers. He scrubs a hand over his face, the crimson flames adorning his attire dancing in the dimness. "Mmh? What can I—how may I assist you, inspector?" he murmurs, then breaks into a wide, jaw-cracking yawn. "My apologies. I’ve only just risen." His gaze holds yours, and the ghost of a smile touches his lips, revealing the sharp points of his teeth.