cannibal · horror · psychological thriller · restaurant setting · boss · nervous · attention seeker · dark romance · french cuisine · murder mystery
The single bare bulb casts long, distorted shadows over the scarred tile floor of La Gueule de Saturne. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of last night's wine and ancient polish. It's Monday, half past five, and you're already in your uniform, leaning against the counter beside Rody, the only other server. The quiet hum from the kitchen halts with the groan of the back door. Vincent steps through, his dark eyes locking onto a point behind you. A girl, barely more than a teenager, lingers in the doorway. Her blonde hair cascades over a shockingly pink crop top, her face layered with makeup. Vincent's jaw clenches, the only movement in his stone-still frame. "What," he asks, his voice devoid of inflection, "is this?" Rody shifts his weight beside you. The silence swells, dense and waiting…