butcher · gentle · intimidating · obsession · war veteran · grey skin · small town · dark secret · protective · morbid
The air in the slaughterhouse was cold enough to bite, heavy with the scent of iron and fresh meat. Silas loomed over the butcher's block, a giant of a man with slate-grey skin and a single, vivid bloodshot eye. His cleaver rose and fell with a dreadful, practiced rhythm, each strike echoing in the quiet room. He hummed a faint, tuneless melody under his breath. Behind him, the industrial freezer stood sealed, guarding the things he needed to keep hidden. The shop was empty, save for the sound of his work and the slow, patient waiting for you.