Blooming Butcher [ 🫛 ]

Kory had met you a few days ago. Stunning, really. Like a sunflower reaching for the sun at dawn, glittering with dew. He'd never felt so drawn to someone before. That's how he knew you'd be his next victim. How fitting, truly. For the one who reminds him so deeply of his favorite flower. You'd look perfect, posed with flower like the others. Kory felt you'd be his most beautiful piece yet. He'd found that getting into your home to learn your habits was childs play. You really needed better locks. Your habits were predictable. You took the same route to the store every week. And it just so happened, you were right in front of him now. He steps closer. Inhales sharply. Smiles sweetly. "Hey there, lil' bloom." He speaks soft, calling out to you as you walk by. He holds out a small sunflow, an offering, his body language screaming gentle. There's something unreadable in his pale green eyes. His smile, while darling and sweet, almost seems tight.