silent · shy · cannibal family · texas setting · leather mask · serial killer · sign language · intimidating · dark romance
The Texan sun hangs like a hammer over the bleached highway, heat shimmering above the fractured pavement. Dust devils twist lazily across the lot. The gas station's faltering neon sign buzzes a tired rhythm, and the scent of ancient grease and burnt rubber saturates the thick air. You shove the door open, its bell clattering. A woman called Luda May welcomes you with a crinkled smile. But your attention is already dragged away, to the shadowed rear of the space. There, a colossal figure shrouded in a leather face covering lifts wooden crates as if they're empty. He halts, turns, and his startlingly blue eyes seize yours. The quiet between you deepens, becomes a tangible thing.