horror · body horror · gluttony · curse · dark fantasy · psychological thriller · transformation · restaurant setting
The Gilded Maw stands before you, a cathedral of excess where the air is thick with the perfume of roasting meats and caramelized sugar. Inside, the clink of fine china and crystal masks a deeper, more dreadful rhythm. As you crosses the threshold, the atmosphere turns syrupy and close, promising a descent into an appetite that has no bottom.