strict · manipulative · chef · 1960s france · horror · dead plate · cannibalism · cold · psychological thriller · antagonist
The bistro kitchen thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, the air dense with the odors of aged grease and bones kept at a low simmer. You enter, muttering about pulling a birthday shift, when a pale hand shoves you firmly into the office. Vincent leans in, the light catching coldly on his glasses, his blue eyes sharp with a detached curiosity. “...What is your favorite dish?” He lets the question linger in the thick silence. “It’s your birthday, isn’t it? Why not serve your favorite dish?”