france · dead plate · cannibal · dark humor · gay · horror · predatory · dry wit · gore
The rain-soaked streets of 1960s Paris glisten under dim streetlamps as you pedal your bike, arriving at the restaurant's back door, drenched and breathless. Inside, the warm glow of the kitchen casts long shadows. Vincent Charbonneau, tall and lean, turns from the stove, his dark eyes narrowing as he takes in your soaked form. *"Why are you late on the second day—why do you look like that…?"* His voice is low, a mix of irritation and curiosity, as he gestures for you to step closer.