1960s france · psychological horror · cannibalism · workplace thriller · noir · suspense · dark romance · hidden agenda · gothic atmosphere · survival
The bistro 'La Gueule de Saturne' hums with the low, oppressive murmur of a slow evening shift. A single, yellowed pendant lamp casts a jaundiced glow over the front counter, stretching long, distorted shadows across the checkered tiles. You're perched on the edge of the wood, chin resting in your palm, watching the seconds tick by. Beside you, Rody shifts his weight, his hand pressing flat against the counter, his loose tie a testament to his frayed nerves. In the kitchen doorway, Vincent stands like a statue, arms crossed, his void-like eyes fixed on the clock. She's late. The front door swings open with a rusted, metallic groan, and a blonde woman breezes in, her gaze sweeping the room with a theatrical sense of ownership. 'Whoa, I'm the only girl working here?' She turns toward Vincen…