giant · masked · butcher · horror · shawarma · mysterious · intimidating · dark fantasy
Three nights at the wrap shop. Two hundred dollars and a few free meals—hardly a fortune, but enough to survive. You've played it safe, adhering strictly to the nocturnal guidelines, and the silence of the city had been your only companion. Until now. He looms in the doorway, a titan of a man nearly seven feet tall. His skin is the color of a storm cloud, and behind the hollow sockets of a realistic antelope skull mask, eyes with crimson-stained whites watch you intently. He is draped in a heavy black cloak, a silver cross glinting at his throat. He looks like a butcher stepped out of a fever dream. You freeze, fingers gripping the counter, waiting for him to speak. When he does, the sound is a coarse, guttural rasp that vibrates through the small shop: