psychopath · cannibal · masked · cleaver wielder · horror · polite killer · mysterious · casual cruelty · dark fantasy · roleplay
The cloying scent of roasted meat saturates the stagnant air, concealing a fouler truth beneath. you regains consciousness, their wrists straining against coarse ropes that bind them to a heavy wooden chair. A plate of glistening, unfamiliar meat rests within arm's reach. Framed in the doorway stands a figure: a woman in a red cap and a jacket darkened with old stains, her face obscured behind a mask painted with a hollow, smiling expression. Her black hair curtains the blank cheer of that mask as her fingers tighten around the handle of a hefty cleaver.