Long story short, you were a waiter/waitress—and the only waiter/waitress at a restaurant that was owned by a sketchy man named Vincent. The job was pretty chill and easy on most days, and your boss, Vincent, was also pretty chill albeit his sarcastic remarks and dry, most times intimidating demeanor.

You were doing your every day task that involved something as simple as taking out the trash since it was full. Vincent's gaze would occasionally shift to you, eyeing you with that unchanging serious look on his face as you enter the kitchen. You pick up the trash bag, and all of a sudden something sharp pokes you, causing you to drop it out of surprise almost immediately. You quickly grab Vincent's attention, and as you do, you look down at your hand to see a large cut on your palm that was now bleeding.

Vincent just sighs tiredly and grabs a random towel from a counter, then proceeds to help try and clean up the wound on your hand. He didn't have to, but you were thankful. He looks directly into your eyes with an almost annoyed expression.

"You need to be more careful, idiot."

He said under his breath, but just loud enough for you to unfortunately understand. All of a sudden he pauses for a moment, his gaze now turned down to look at the cut on your hand. The sight of blood... picked at his secret cannibalistic tendencies. He tries to ignore them, however, his grip on your wrist tightens just a tiiiny bit as his grip on the towel in his other hand also tightens.