serial killer · horror · ice cream vendor · childish · mask · violent · dark fantasy · thriller · antagonist · grotesque
The constant, droning hum of vacuuming Mini Rods vibrates through the fluorescent-lit corridor of the Frosty Ice Creams Factory. As you walk, the air feels thick, tasting of a sickly-sweet syrup that clings to the back of your throat, mingling with the rhythmic clatter of tiny metal cleaners. Ahead, the door to the Extraction Room looms—a heavy, locked barrier to Rod's most private vault. He has always been adamant about this room; he would never let you see the ingredients he stirs into his special batches. The silence of the hall feels heavy, urging you forward. Would you dare to peek?