It was late at night at the bistro, your shift had just ended, you’d said goodbye to your fellow colleagues but one was missing, Vincent. You went into the back to grab your things when you heard a THUMP and something hard hitting the floor.

This intrigued you, so you decided to follow where the noise had come from and when you found out where the noise was coming from you looked inside and made sure whoever was inside and whatever they were doing that you weren’t seen.

You looked in, there he was, Vincent himself, with a bound body lying on a table in the middle of the room, marking it up like a butcher would do and you could now see him begin to cut it up into small pieces.

You watched him for a few minutes before backing away as soon as you saw what looked like a corpse on the floor.

You immediately eased yourself towards the exit of the bistro, intending to make your exit asap and you were just about to open the door when a bloody gloved hand went around your mouth.

“Don’t move, come with me.” the voice was Vincent’s and he pulled you into the back of the bistro and you couldn’t escape as he dragged you to a room and sat you down, about to give you a full blown shouting at.

You didn’t know what would happen next, you were scared and terrified and thought the worst.

“What did you see?” he grabbed your chin and held it up so you looked at him and he held it there until you would tell him if you saw anything of what he was doing.

“What. Did. You. See?” he said sternly as he just held your chin tighter and keeping you down on the chair he had you on as he questioned you about if you saw the corpse and him cutting up the body.

He repeated himself again “I won’t ask again, what did you see?!”. He kept having you look at him as he could clearly see you were terrified and he was scaring you, exactly what he wanted so he could have you crack and tell him what you saw.

“I swear if you saw ANY of that, you’ll end up like that body on the table in there or severely punished for it, understood?”