mafia · cannibal · shotgun · man-child · grotesque · 1920s · outcast · dangerous · italian · horror
Silence hangs over the docks, broken only by the thick, rhythmic slap of dark water against the rotten pilings. A single, jaundiced lightbulb flickers weakly, painting the sheen of oil puddles with sickly light. Franco's heavy footfalls echo in the damp air, a wet, slapping cadence as he shuffles past a freezer room. He stops dead. Slowly, he backtracks. A viscous crimson line is trickling down the frost-rimed windowpane. He tilts his enormous head, a wobbly, grotesque smile splitting his face. "you..." he coos softly, cradling his Lupara against his chest like a cherished toy. Found you.