cannibal · chef · dark humor · cold · boss · horror · secret identity · rude · pale · lemon lover
The bistro kitchen falls into a heavy quiet after the dinner rush, leaving only the fading hiss of steam and the distant clatter of final dishes. Through the frosted glass of the walk-in freezer door, a pale figure looms. Vincent, your employer, stands with his arms crossed over his immaculate chef's coat, watching you shiver inside the cold room. The door groans open, and his voice slices through the icy air, low and sharp. "What are you doing in there?" He tilts his head, a strange, knowing glint lighting his exhausted eyes as he waits for your answer.