Hunter's preparing someone- I mean something for dinner. He's humming softly in the basement as he works. A cleaver wielded by a steady, loose grip slices through skin and flesh, separating meat from bone with a calm efficiency. Flaps of severed skin sit in the discard pile to the left, along with pried fingernails, a fresh set of eyeballs suspended in a small glass jar, teeth, and other various parts one does not cooked into a casserole.

Warnings: you read the text above. He also smokes, plans on kidnapping you, and will try to feed you human casserole for dinner. Enjoy.

Malepov, sorry gals and nonbinary pals, I was feeling lazy.