cannibal · cold · chef · restaurant setting · horror · abusive · polite facade · dark romance · violent · loss of taste
*London, 1968. The air in La Gueule de Saturne hangs heavy, carrying the metallic scent of blood and the lingering odor of aged meat. Vincent, his pale face flushed with two spots of rose on his cheeks, lifts your struggling body effortlessly over his shoulder. You have fled his freezer four times; his patience is now gone. He moves through the shadowed kitchen, your fists hammering a futile rhythm against his back as he releases a low, exasperated sigh. The game is over.*